In the eyes of most humans, the orc plateau is a magical desert, but for the defenders in the north, this statement is obviously too far from the real situation. In their eyes, the orc shamans and witch doctors are very good. A troublesome spellcasting profession.
The former is good at communicating with the spirits of the elements, triggering various natural phenomena to launch powerful attacks, or providing auxiliary support to their companions. Their spell consumption is low and the effect is obvious. In some aspects, their attacking ability is not inferior to the mage, and they are not inferior in auxiliary ability. How much worse than priests and paladins.
Moreover, because the shaman is good at cooperating with his companions, he has a unique advantage in guiding strategic magic, and the earthquake technique is simply the only big killer for the orcs to siege the city.
But on the other hand, as a short-legged and crispy magic class with huge threats and not as many life-saving spells as mages, once the shaman is caught by strong melee...
"We can give him ten seconds to plead for Mother Earth's protection, five seconds to draw out his weapon, three seconds to make senseless resistance or chanting, and then use the last second to end him."
"Fourteen shamans are killed every minute! Please don't kill shamans indiscriminately, and support the shaman earth drifting spell (random teleportation) instant-cast law! And support the cancellation of the shaman profession! - Shaman Self-Saving Foundation ."
Not to mention the obvious deficiencies of the individual combat power and the messy criticism, the shaman can be regarded as the first target in the battle, but it shows that his powerful assistant and long-range attack ability are just what the orcs who are good at hand-to-hand combat lack. .
If shamans are the best battlefield combination for orc warriors, then witch doctors are the strongest logistical occupations. They are good at deploying poisons and antidote. They are good at all kinds of curses and sorcery, but also good at expelling. Curses heal the sick.
Although their therapy is somewhat outrageous, after all, whether it is a cold, cold or dizziness, they all use bloodletting therapy, which is really creepy, although most of the herbs they prepare don't even know what they put in it (most of them have lizards in them). Dry powder, dark grass roots and other unexplainable materials), but in the plateau area where there is little medical treatment, it has indeed saved a lot of lives. (The loser has died, and the dead can't complain.)
Spellcasting classes are always scarce, and even more so for the Orc tribe.
For the orcs who are good at producing muscle warriors, it is difficult to find a good-minded clan, not to mention the need for spellcasting talents. In various tribes, these two spellcasting occupations are extremely rare and precious. Shaman and The witch doctor has a high status in the orc tribe, and there are not a few who also serve as chiefs.
But at this point, the precious shamans and witch doctors became handymen, checking up and down the altar, and annoyed bystanders even started whipping them.
"Damn it! You are so careful, why is there still a problem."
Amon Blood Axe of the Blood Axe Tribe was blue-faced. The sacrifice ceremony was presided over by his own tribe. Most of the Blood Axe Tribe's elite shamans and witch doctors were involved. There were countless sacrifices used. This result is frustrating.
Did it fail? No, not really, at least as evidenced by the little orange-red brilliance that brought warm fire around the warriors.
Did you make it? What's more, the tight brows and troubled faces of the chiefs have already explained everything, at least the results are far less than expected.
"Sir, the result is out, the blessing should be considered a success, it can indeed play a role in resisting the severe cold, but..."
Even though the old shaman reported this, everyone did not relax because of the splendid firelight that was suddenly interrupted at the critical moment of the ceremony, and the angry accusation of the Demon Lord echoed in everyone's ears.
"Such a filthy sacrifice still wants to get my blessing! False souls are placed on my altar? You are blaspheming and challenging my dignity! I curse you, curse you that you are about to enter destruction, and dare to deceive Demon Lord…”
Finding that there was a problem with providing his own sacrifice, the angry demon marquis immediately lowered his anger, and the huge flame turned into a flaming colossus holding an angry halberd, and began to bring destruction to the camp, and the open demon door further showed that the demon The army is about to arrive.
Fortunately, the old shaman who presided over the ceremony at the time cut off the connection with the Devil's Abyss in time, so that the marquis's flame incarnation returned to the elements, and the dimensional people were closed again, otherwise it would definitely not be a blessing failure. Maybe the whole camp will be destroyed by the angry demonic marquise.
It's all like this, and he actually said that the ceremony did not fail, and the chiefs all showed expressions of surprise.
"Huh? Blessing did not fail?"
Amon was even more surprised, but he knew that Eliza was not easy to deal with, and he was already mentally prepared for complete failure.
"The effect of the blessing is not complete, it can only be used for short-term protection against the cold, and from the law of the element's subsidence, I am afraid that the blessing will subside in at most thirty days."
Hearing this, all the chiefs breathed a sigh of relief. When the ceremony failed, everyone planned for the worst, although the originally expected three-month blessing had turned into less than a month, which was much better than the original. Bad plans are far too good.
"Have you found out about the sacrifice? Which tribe dares to cheat at this critical moment! I will hang his chief's head on the flagpole to sacrifice the flag!"
Amon was very annoyed that this golden opportunity was almost missed, and he offended a demon king, which would cause trouble in the future.
The Demon Lord is a famous waiter, and it's hard to get them if they don't look for trouble. To ask them to contribute, in addition to serving them well, there is also an expensive "appearance fee".
The strongest currency in the lower plane is the soul from the upper plane. In order to please the Marquis of the Fire Sea, the sacrifices this time are the best slaves of each tribe.
The ceremony will not fail for no reason. The Demon Lord is notoriously moody, but he is famous for his disdain for lying and deceiving (if people are upset, they immediately do it, and if they want any treasure, they will directly rob it). Since the Demon Lord is a sacrifice because of the sacrifice And roaring with dissatisfaction, most of them are really problematic with this batch of sacrifices.
"This..." The old shaman of the Turtle Clan hesitated, but seeing the chiefs looking at him with doubts on their faces, knowing that it was impossible not to say anything, he could only grit his teeth and say.
"The sacrifices have all been consumed, but the blessings are not complete. If it wasn't for the lack of soul share in the sacrifices, it would be impossible to explain the lost power. The sacrifices are gone, so it's impossible to find out, but from Eliza Judging from the time when the adults started to get angry... It was exactly when the sacrifices of the Blood Axe tribe were sacrificed!"
Immediately, Amon, who had been questioning the shaman with anger just now, was dumbfounded. Is there something wrong with his tribe
The surrounding chieftains looked at Amon with more unfriendly eyes, and they also remembered that the direction of the roar of the flame colossus was not at the blood axe tribe's station? Amon also said with certainty, isn't this a typical thief shouting to catch a thief.
Before you know it, the seeds of discord have been planted, and most of the alliance tribes rely on prestige. The successive failures are undoubtedly the biggest blow to Amon's prestige. In the eyes of those who care, Amon has begun to lose his status as a great chief. , maybe you can replace it yourself.
For the time being, regardless of the seemingly peaceful, in fact, unpredictable chiefs, in fact, after the short sacrifice was interrupted, a certain will has already arrived, and the real sacrifice was deducted and used for other purposes.
At this time, the altar was already in chaos, and among the sacrifices, a fiery red phantom was moving from illusion to reality.
She smelled the icy air that finally didn't have the smell of sulfur, and the familiar pretty face showed a smile, just like the incarnation of Lady Storm in the Rain City, the silver-haired female demon secretly descended to the mortal world in the form of an incarnation.
"Master, do you miss me? Are you ready to meet me? I said there would be a surprise attack."
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When large-scale air combat has not yet become possible, the most indispensable thing in ground warfare is terrain advantage.
Tears of Kamo, the former site of the former Xigang Fortress in the Land of Lan Lan was rebuilt. This super fortress is covered with Jedi on both sides. The thick city walls are actually covered with expensive magic alloys. The special alchemy and non-freezing oil flows in the moat. Light it up, and the sea of fire will burn for more than two months before the oil reserves in the fort's ditches are exhausted.
In the city, one-third of the entire army of Sluwell gathered, more than 40% of the releasers, nine large mage towers, more than 30 medium-sized mage towers, and the heavy artillery and fire on the wall facing the orc gorge. There are many crossbows that cause intensive phobia. More than 200 years of painstaking management have made it one of the most fortified cities in the mainland.
As an unbreakable fortress, he firmly locked the pass for hundreds of years. It is said that its establishment was also supported by the northern countries and human superpowers.
Since he was built, the city wall that even giants can't climb has become a serious problem for the orc plateau, and the orcs who lack siege equipment really have no way to use it, only a few flying races and air cavalry want to conquer this scale The fortress is simply a dream, and even the co-chief of the orcs died under the city.
But I would say it was a bad decision from the start.
"Is there a fortress that never falls in this world? Are you able to defend against conventional forces, can you defend against the assassination of top powerhouses and the bombing of forbidden spells? Putting all resources in one basket is a wrong decision, even if you The fortress is indestructible, I can just bypass you, even if there is no existing road, isn't it enough to open up a new road?"
The Marchina Line on Earth has proven how stupid this immovable fixed line of defense is, but in this world, the military academies of Pan-Continent still regard fortress defense as a classic conventional tactic, and Sluwell is also a practice of fortressism. Walkers and beneficiaries, and after this lesson, it is estimated that all military academies will consider this war as an important case study - a stupid negative case of too superstitious fortresses.
This time, the trade and exchange agreement that Sluwell had just signed for less than a month was torn up in an instant.
The God of Earth Elements, Um Diloken, is much more low-key than his colleagues. He just used a local high-intensity earthquake to change the terrain, leaving a long and narrow exit in the plateau, turning the strong fortress into a cave dwelling. The human eye - decoration.
The orc army directly attacked the hinterland of Sluwell Kingdom, and then came to a center to bloom, divided into four armies and attacked various cities. Among them, the Blood Axe tribe took nearly half of the tribe to attack Sluwell's capital Antoun.
In order to create more chaos and contain the forces of the various lords, hundreds of wolf cavalry regiments began to flee and raid. In the situation where everyone was in danger, the lords naturally supported their troops and started the war less than a month. An Tuen was already in a hurry, and Sluwell was finished sooner than anyone expected.
At this time, I was a little helpless.
It's not that I don't want to do anything, but the first snow of returning to the Principality of Donglan has come. Even if it was expected, it still came at a wrong time. At this time, there are too many things to do, which is undoubtedly the most inappropriate. Snow moment.
The winter in the north is extremely ferocious. The goose feather snow outside the window has covered the entire Defende. Stepping out is half a meter of snow, and there are no pedestrians on the street at all.
Going out in this weather is a disaster, let alone marching. The horses will fall into the snow as soon as they go out, and the rapid hypothermia will cause the precious war horses to die inexplicably.
According to the unspoken rules that have gradually formed in the Northland over the years, when a country is attacked by orcs and other foreign races, other countries will provide certain assistance, or material support, or simply send troops to help. In previous years, people who enjoyed this treatment were often The Duchy of Kasomi, but this year it was undoubtedly Sylvia.
But alas, the heavy snow that hit most of the Northland countries changed all that.
The supplies could not be delivered, the reinforcements were blocked on the road, and the orcs were attacking the city in the snow. This was a desperate situation.
The cruel natural environment is fair to the enemy and me. In previous years, the day when the heavy snow closed the mountain was also a customary truce day. After all, it is a long-cherished wish for soldiers to die on the battlefield. The demise of the commander always makes people want to curse and greet the commander's family.
But fortunately, as the blessing of Vulcan faded ahead of schedule again, the orcs were also forced to start shrinking their field of activity, using the cities they had already laid down as their bases, slowing down the speed of the attack.
In fact, even without Eliza's Vulcan blessing, the war would have broken out earlier.
On the other hand, when Eliza's name was repeatedly scolded by the top orcs, Amon and his Blood Axe tribe also suffered resentment and anger. While their reputation plummeted, they also began to be marginalized by the main coalition forces.
In a sense, the orc coalition was divided into four and marched forward separately. This was a strategic consideration, but it also showed that Amon, who had insufficient prestige, could no longer grasp the situation.
At this moment, the other three chiefs have tribes supporting them. I am afraid who will be the future orc emperor depends on the results achieved in this war.
Everyone knows that the war cannot wait until next spring. It is impossible for the human kingdoms to watch An Toun fall like this, and Sluwell to perish like this. When the snow stops, as long as the legion can be touched, I am afraid it will be the beginning of the war. Time.
And because the war in the cold winter of the Northland is still a battle involving the survival of the race, this war is bound to be extremely cruel, and there are not a few non-combat attritions.
At this time, I was also busy with military affairs.
"Has the news from Hoyle arrived? How's the prospecting going?"
Every gray dwarf is a good miner by nature, and their innate abilities are the ability to walk underground and perceive gemstones. Hoyle, the master blacksmith of the gray dwarves, is not comparable to other clansmen in his sensitivity to minerals.
Whether it is foreign trade or domestic military use, the new Donglan has an endless demand for minerals, especially now that many new legions are still holding wooden training weapons to make up the number, a large number of military weapons will be Donglan's rise Fundamental, and weapons must start with minerals.
This is simply the lifeline of Donglan's future. Even now that the war broke out, I still regard it as the first priority.
When I returned to Diffend in advance due to the war, I left Hoyle and the other gray dwarf blacksmiths to the barbarians for prospecting. If he couldn't find the mining area, the human miners would not have any hope.
"Good news, that mountain range is indeed a rich mining area, and two refined iron, one magic iron, and two gem mining areas have been found. But if it is to be mined, it is not a problem that can be solved in the short term. Lord Hoyle applied for With the help of heavy machinery and spellcasters, he also named the Bea brothers to help him."
"Exploding mines? It seems to be the only way that can be effective in the short term. Okay, Brother Bea sent him to help him, but he should pay attention to safety and don't conflict with the local barbarians. They all accept the truth. Offending once is equal to offending a lifetime. ."
"Yes, Your Highness, we will pass it on. Then, the next important thing is the number and flag of the new regiment..."
The assistants searched back and forth, the accumulated military affairs have overwhelmed the desk, and countless troubles have appeared one by one.
Even if I have absolutely no intention of interfering in government affairs, just military affairs are a headache.
At this time, I miss Eliza very much. After all, other people can only play a supporting role at most, but Eliza, who I brought up with my own hands, has the processing ability that is not inferior to mine, and can completely solve all the troubles. Throw it to her to be lazy.
Well, Eliza is still in the abyss, it's pointless to think about it, let's focus on the troubles in front of you.
"An Toun's situation is very bad, I'm afraid the city may break at any time..."
After all, they all came from the same source. Even though he mentioned that the country was full of dissatisfaction and unhappiness before, seeing him destroyed at this time, the young assistant was a little uneasy.
I nodded, indicating that the other party knew it, but fell into deep thought.
Salvation is definitely to be saved. Even if I have many dissatisfaction with the royal family, I still can’t do it by sitting and watching the people of Lan who are of the same origin being slaughtered. Moreover, once Sluwell falls completely, I am afraid that I will be involved in a direct war next. Most of the time there is Donglan, and Donglan is obviously not ready for a full-scale war now.
Although it is definitely necessary to rescue, but how to save it is very important. It must play a role, gain face among the countries, and win the initiative in the future diplomacy of the North, but also cannot be swollen and fattened. Shaking is nothing. The wealthy Donglan family.
After a long time, I finally made a decision.
"Send a letter to An Tuen, if Dong Lan, as a neutral country, wants to participate in the war, he must use sufficient reasons to ask them to actively and openly ask for help. By the way, they also need to apply to the Church of the Gods. We send troops to help them resist the application of aggression, so that the Lord Sleepless will recognize the necessity and justice of this war, and we will be able to send troops."
"Didn't you say that I was a fake not long ago, and accused Donglan of cheating and deceiving, and also announced to all the kingdoms and churches, I will see how you slapped your face. Well, the previous disclosure, let me All countries understand the new system of Donglan, and the latter part is directly thrown to that Fimuel Caso 'His Majesty the King'."
Since you want me to do my best to save my life, just bow my head and reflect on it, and spray it out first. Eat them all for myself!
I'm not worried at all that Feimer won't bow his head. After all, Antoun's situation is very bad now. In the face of life, many people will become a lot more honest.
"Hmph, it's a wonderful irony. I just said I was a fake, but now I turned around and asked the fake for help. Most of the people who came out were the 'Devil Legion' they said."
Thinking about it a little, under the current conditions, the most suitable main force for rescue is my undead army that is not afraid of cold, and in the previous announcement, those guys directly called the demon army, the powerlessness in words and the undead army. The contempt is even more undisguised.
"Such a good winter hunting opportunity cannot be wasted, it is just used for training troops. Each knight will bring me two squires, and let those boys get ready, and we will set off when the snow stops!"