Broad World

"Prove it to me?" The man in the cloak slowly raised his head, showing a disdainful expression. "You don't understand anything at all. Look at these mobs. Do you think that Henry Angomey can be destroyed by numbers? All he needs is a powerful legendary magic to wipe this so-called army off the map."

"Hmph! Do you think I'll believe these nonsense? Erase the army from the map? That's something only the great Gruumsh can do. How can a mere human wizard possess such powerful power."

One-eyed Lonte obviously doesn't believe in the destructive power of the so-called legendary magic. Coming from a wild land, he seldom even sees real mages. Most of them are used by priests, shamans, druids, etc. Moreover, more than 90% of them have not undergone systematic training and cannot cast any powerful spells at all. Over time, they lose their fear of supernatural abilities.

Residents living in this savage, primitive and ignorant land are more willing to believe in the violence brought by swords and muscles. One-eyed Lonte happens to be the best among them. He has an arrogant personality who once killed a giant dragon. Judgment is firmly believed, so it is obviously impossible to persuade such a guy to change his mind.

The man dressed as a mage stared at the old orc known as the legend of the wasteland, and said with a sneer, "One-eyed Longte, please remember that the reason why you have the opportunity to become the leader of this army is all thanks to our ghost city. If you dare to disobey Prince Ruivalan's order, then we don't mind changing someone."

"Are you threatening me?" Lonte clenched his fists and asked. At this moment, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and the other hand grabbed the two-handed axe, and he might violently kill people at any time.

"No, I'm just telling you a fact. In the face of a powerful spellcaster, numbers no longer play a decisive role. Just like your empty threat will never be able to cause harm to me. Take care of yourself, Your Highness I don't like losers." After speaking, the figure of the man became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared without a trace like a ball of bubbles.

There is no doubt that this coalition of wild tribes is also part of a huge conspiracy. Rui Valan obviously wants to stir up the anger hidden in Henry's heart and attract his attention. Because he knows very well that anger is the beginning of all negative emotions, and only those who are in anger will completely lose their minds.

Lonte yelled at his followers with a grim expression, "What are you looking at! He's just a human wizard playing tricks, and I am the strongest in this wasteland. Under the protection of the great Gruumsh. No one can stop the orc army's footsteps."

"Of course, you are a living legend, the most powerful orc warrior for hundreds of years, all tribes will kill those traitors under your leadership, and the newborn human kingdom will also be destroyed. Praise the great Gewu Why, he will bless all mighty warriors on the road to conquest."

The orc holding the horn knelt down on one knee and shouted very excitedly. Judging from his fanatical eyes, this guy completely worshiped One-eyed Lonte as a god walking in the world.

"Very good! Now let those dirty goblins go and sweep the nearby villages. I want to hear the screams and wailing of those weak humans, and use their blood to announce to the world. The age of the orcs has come!" Lonte held up The right hand, using extremely inflammatory language to brainwash and confuse his followers.

The reason why he was able to establish a supreme dominance among the strongest tribes was naturally not a barbarian who could only use violence. And he is quite good at winning people's hearts, otherwise he would have died long ago.

As the horn sounded again, the goblins who couldn't see the end finally received the long-awaited looting order, cheering loudly and swarming towards the human gathering place. Although their individual strength is very poor, once the number exceeds a few thousand, they can cause great damage.

In the next few days, the overwhelming goblins swept all the villages north of Weywood City. Fortunately, Fugner sent scouts to give a warning in advance, and most of the residents had already left. Only a small number of slow-moving ones did not have time to escape.

All of a sudden, the northern border of the Kingdom of West Hartland was full of wars, and the largest tribal coalition in history was threatening the lives and property safety of countless people.

Weywood City has entered a state of martial law since the large army returned safely. The buildings and buildings near the city gate were all cleaned up. Ballistas, arrows, stones, logs, and grease were transported to the city wall without falling. The heavily armed soldiers took turns guarding the area 24 hours a day, and the cavalry were all sent out to scout for news.

Refugees rushed to this last fortress in the north in an endless stream, and young and middle-aged men without exception got a weapon. Immediately afterwards, they were mixed into the militia. If the orc soldiers suffered heavy casualties after the war began, they would be added as hard work.

Everyone knows very well that this is a savage invasion of civilization, and there is no reason to justify it. Only by persevering can it be possible to survive, because primitive tribes never take prisoners. All they need is food and the necessities of life.

Maybe it took too long to sweep the surrounding villages, or maybe it was because he wanted to let the enemy experience pain and suffering. One-eyed Lonte didn't appear on the distant horizon of Weywood City until ten days later.

Accompanied by the shaking drums and desolate horns, the endless torrent of destruction shocked every soldier standing on the city wall. They didn't know how to describe their feelings at the moment, and the panic was spreading rapidly...

"Hehe, One-Eyed Longte really thinks highly of me, and even dispatched such a big battle. Fortunately, there are sufficient supplies in the city, otherwise, I'm afraid it won't last for ten days." Fugner stood on the arrow tower with a full face. Said with a wry smile.

Allen, who was standing next to him, counted the number of enemies very calmly, then lowered his voice and asked, "How long are you sure to hold on? There are at least 100,000 of these guys, and we only have three or so even including the old, the weak, women and children." Forty thousand people, the gap is really too big.”

Fugner sighed slightly, and pointed to the giant swamp hydra walking in the front: "See that monster? If it doesn't participate in the siege, I'm sure I can hold out for at least a month. Because the opponent doesn't have many Spellcasters, and obviously don't have any siege equipment, so the only way is to climb the walls."

Speaking of this, an arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, showing a cruel smile: "Rolling logs, falling rocks, grease, arrow rain. We have countless ways to cause heavy losses to the enemy, plus the crocodiles raised in the moat, just If you rush towards the city wall, more than half of them will be killed or injured, not to mention that with the support of the mage tower, there is no need to worry about breaking the city in a short time."

"Then what if the hydra joins the attack sequence?" Allen asked, frowning.

As a Psionist and Mage, he can easily perceive a person's thoughts. Although Fugner's restless emotions are well hidden, they are completely defenseless in front of Psionists.

"Hey, okay. Now that you have seen it, I don't have to hide it anymore. To be honest, that thing is much worse than a dragon at all. Ordinary weapons can't penetrate its solid scales. Once it is added to the engineering sequence It will be catastrophic, and I'm not sure how many people will have to die to kill it." After speaking, Fugner's face turned pale instantly, his eyes full of anxiety.

When he was young, he once encountered many-headed lizards on the way of adventure. The entire elite team of twelve people couldn't even fight back. They became food in the opponent's mouth within a few minutes. If he didn't run fast, he might have died. He was buried with him.

This terrifying beast can not only attack multiple targets at the same time. And it has terrible regeneration ability, if you cut off one of its heads, then in a very short time. It can grow another one, and unless all the heads are cut off at once, it will not do anything at all.

It is conceivable that if a huge hydra launches a direct attack on the city wall, it will be almost impossible for ordinary soldiers to resist. A clearing will be created within a few seconds, and the enemy can easily climb up the ladder. After reaching a certain level. The city wall can almost be declared lost.

Allen nodded gently: "Then how long can I last? I hope my father can come here before the fall, otherwise the city may be completely over. Don't worry, if the big lizard starts to attack the city , the mage tower will use the stored energy to activate powerful killing spells, so as to ensure that it will not easily approach the city wall."

"Thank you very much. At this time, there is nothing more reassuring than the power of magic. In addition... I have something else to ask you." Fugner lowered his voice to a minimum. "If it's convenient, can my wife also move to the mage's tower for a few days. If... if the city falls... please take her and leave together. I will stick to the last moment and live and die with this city .”

"No problem, but I think my father should have arrived with reinforcements before the city was breached. After all, he attaches great importance to the development of the northern region and will never allow anyone to destroy the entire plan. You should know. When he got angry... ..."

Allen didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but glanced at the tribal coalition forces that were slowly approaching outside the city, with a sarcastic smile on his face...

Ever since he experienced a series of thrilling and exciting journeys underground, he never paid attention to the rabble gathered in these wild places, especially the extremely gorgeous battle between the undead army of the ring of truth and the beholders. Just pulling out a part can easily wipe out the enemies in front of you.

The boy could even imagine how violent his father's reaction would be when he heard the news.

Maybe……

This war has been a smoke bomb to attract attention from the beginning, and these silly monsters are just a group of cannon fodder to distract attention, and there must be someone behind.

"One ring after another strategy, who set up such a complicated chess game? I am really more and more interested in this real world. Father, let me see how you deal with the enemy's conspiracy... ...But in the meantime, I will use this war to train myself, after all, everything must be based on strength."

After Allen muttered to himself, he put on the hood directly, and at the same time loosened the pocket of the casting materials, completely ready for battle. He understands how important experience is to a spellcaster, and a large-scale city defense is precisely the best opportunity...

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