Broad World

In the early morning of September 28, 1369, a day destined to be remembered by the entire western continent. ｀Top｀点｀novel｀.2wx.om The first ray of sunlight came out along the slightly white horizon in the east, and the heavy horn sounded: "Woo... woo... woo..." Then Suo To the northeast of Pakistan, a heavily armed army appeared.

When the orc soldier standing on the observation platform saw it, he immediately climbed down from the height, rushed into the big tent, hammered his chest with his fist, and shouted, "Report the Chief! They are here!"

Hearing this news, Fugner stood up and laughed: "Hahahahaha! The war is finally here! Hurry up and blow the horn and gather our warriors together. It is time for these fools of the Iron Throne to see. What is the real war, I hope they will not cry out then."

"Understood!" As the orc warrior turned and left the tent, he let out a rapid roar, and the horn in the camp was blown.

I saw countless orc warriors coming from all directions. They were wearing simple leather armor, or even just a piece of animal skin. The weapons they held in their hands were even more diverse, the most being spears, the main reason. It is this weapon that saves the most iron. No way, the orcs themselves are better at plundering than at producing, let alone the advanced technical work like smelting ores. At best, they can heat pig iron into the shape of a weapon, nothing more.

But the only advantage is that these guys don't reject the power of magic very much, on the contrary, there is a little worship and fear. Many powerful and evil spellcasters like to control one or two orc tribes as their own private armed forces to raid towns or conquer established targets.

Looking at his army like a beggar. Fugner smiled a little embarrassedly and explained: "Sorry. Your Excellency. My soldiers are a bit shabby, but don't worry, they are definitely good fighters."

"It doesn't matter, I will provide enough weapons and armor after this battle. Now you should assign tasks to these soldiers. The people of the Iron Throne should respond soon." Henry narrowed his eyes and looked at him. The sky in the distance.

His sharp gaze had caught the black spot that was getting bigger and bigger. There was no doubt that it was the black dragon Orroxes and the brown dragon Altagos. I really didn't expect that Corey was set up for the First World War, and he actually restored these two guys to the form of the dragon. It seems that if nothing unexpected happens. You don't have to do it yourself.

The low horn and the vibration of the ground awakened many people. The mobs of the Iron Throne panicked when they discovered the enemy close at hand, and the entire camp suddenly became chaotic. Mercenaries and numerous monsters are like headless flies, running around carrying weapons and shields, without knowing what to do.

Fugner was yelling at his men in orc language. Although Henry could not understand and did not bless "speak the language", these orc warriors with red eyes knew that it was nothing more than some pre-war mobilization. And promises of benefits.

He smiled and shook his head and sighed secretly. Sure enough, only war and plunder can create a truly powerful army. Especially plunder. It can best stimulate morale, which has been proven many times in the history of the earth. Alexander's crusade. The expansion of ancient Rome, the inhuman killing and conquest of Mongolia, they all have one thing in common, that is, an astonishing amount of spoils.

After all, empty slogans can't fill the stomach, so slaves, money, jewellery, women, livestock, and wealthy territories are the driving force that can really trend soldiers to fight desperately. It seems that if you want to completely include this wild land in the north, you must use some special methods, such as allowing the existence of slavery, or putting a noble title on those adventurers and mercenaries, and then let them Open up little by little.

We must know that the area of ​​the highest wasteland is about half the size of Amn, and the main landform feature is the swamps. The fertile soil here is particularly suitable for large-scale rice cultivation, and it can also raise some fish and ducks. Of course, the orcs, trolls, snakemen, bear goblins, hobgoblins and other monsters living inside must be driven out before this, otherwise the settlement port will be destroyed immediately.

At this moment when Henry was quietly thinking, the orc warriors suddenly roared in unison, followed by a team of a hundred people, and flocked to the surroundings. Their hidden violent tendencies were released instantly, basically indiscriminately, they cut people when they saw them, and in just a few minutes they completely lost control of the already chaotic camp.

"Hahahahahaha! Duke, we have won. Look at these mobs, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered." Fugner exclaimed excitedly. He couldn't believe how things went so smoothly, and the enemy had already started messing up.

"No, it's still too early. Look, there are already two troops gathering over there." Said Heng used his finger to point to the location near the central big tent. A man with thick hair and beard shouted loudly, and nearly two hundred heavy armored knights gathered. For some reason, their armors were all painted red, and the visors on the helmets looked particularly hideous.

In addition, a woman and two men also assembled a large number of well-equipped infantry. There is no doubt that these are the direct troops of the Iron Throne, which can be recognized by the badge on the chest. There are also a lot of them, there are about five to six hundred people together, and the number is still increasing.

The fat cat squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and then stepped forward and introduced in a low voice: "Your Excellency, that guy with a thick beard is Delt, and next to him is the famous Hell Knight. As for that woman is Sara Brightman, the two men named Patwin and Dick, are both the highest-ranking members of the Iron Throne. Should I take someone to wait for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack? Even if they can't be killed, they can get hurt."

Henry smiled and waved his hand. "No, don't you see that our air support has arrived."

As soon as his voice fell, a terrifying coercion fell from the sky. All the horses lost control in an instant. They overturned the knights on their backs to the ground. Panicked and fled the scene. Just before many people reacted, two dragon breaths sprayed out in the direction of the central canopy. The overwhelming strong acid corroded the armor made of metal in just a few seconds. At least dozens of people were killed on the spot, and hundreds of people were injured.

"Oh my God! This...this turned out to be a dragon!!!" Fugner yelled out of silence.

"Yes, it seems that I don't need to do it anymore." As he said, Henry found a chair casually and sat down, quietly waiting for the upcoming killing. He had already seen Shandi on the dragon's back who was preparing a spell, and distinguished from the spells chanted, it was undoubtedly the eighth-level magic "Yabidaqi Withering Death".

When Oroxys landed. With sharp dragon claws tore open the chest of a **** knight, followed by laughter loudly: "Hahahahahahaha! Shudder! Shake! Humble mortal! Feel the great power of the black dragon!"

"And me! A more powerful brown dragon!" After saying that, Ottagos landed on the other side. The two of them formed a flanking force one after the other, and surrounded a large number of soldiers in place, and they did not dare to act rashly.

"Damn! Don't huddle together! Disperse! Disperse! Do you want to be sprayed to death by a breath of dragon?" Sarah Brightman yelled at the soldiers who were huddled for fear. As a mage, she is well aware of the power of dragon's breath, and only spreading the attack is the best way.

But Shandy obviously wouldn't give him such a chance. A cruel smile appeared on her face, followed by a little finger, and a large brown-white mist instantly spread in the densest place of the crowd. All the soldiers who were enveloped immediately felt a dry mouth and tongue, and then the moisture in the body was forcibly drained from the pores, nose, mouth, eyes and other places. In just a few seconds, they became dry. Dead body.

For most melee professionals. The effect of "Yabidaqi Withering Death" is quite fatal. Because the water in the body is evaporated in a large amount, it will lose its combat effectiveness even if it is lucky to not die. After all, dehydration can cause a series of serious physical problems such as difficulty breathing, shock, and coma. It is undoubtedly an idiotic dream to want to fight in such a bad physical condition.

At the same time, the ground forces led by Corey also officially launched an attack. According to the ancient tactical code, first two rounds of crossbows were fired in volley. After the mercenaries who were holding their spears in front of the fence were placed in front of the fence, the soldiers armed with swords and shields rushed in and slashed. Most of the human mercenaries and hobgoblins collapsed, leaving only a few ogres, trolls and giants struggling.

Especially the powerful and destructive giants are absolutely an overwhelming advantage to ordinary humans. They can hack to death two or three soldiers with a giant sword that is two meters long, which greatly hinders the speed of the attack. However, the army wizards soon began to chant spells, and after a few seconds, several spells were cast.

First it was a "greasy technique", and then a large number of magic missiles hit the giant's knees, and all of a sudden the big men fell to the ground~www.ltnovel.com~ The soldiers armed with spears took the opportunity to rush up and toward. The eyes, chest, lower body and other vital parts were pierced in. Accompanied by a series of miserable screams, he was completely killed in a short while.

"Offense! Offense! Offense! Don't let any enemy go!" Corey shouted excitedly. He knew very well that his current task was to strangle these monsters and robbers to the maximum, preventing them from escaping back into the forest, otherwise the north would have to mess around for months.

Under the excellent operation of the thieves' union, the war has shown a one-sided trend. Most of the enemies are fleeing desperately, only the top and elite of the Iron Throne are trapped near the central tent, and they dare not act rashly. Because the crossbows and swords in their hands are not magic weapons, they have very limited lethality against the dragon and can only defend passively.

Seeing that everything is a foregone conclusion, Henry smiled slightly and said to the orc chief: "Let's go, let's meet these losers and hear what they have to say."

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Bow to thank the book friends for the monthly ticket and the evaluation votes cast with their backs to the loess face and the sky. (To be continued...)