No matter how long the dark night will pass, after the cold winter, it is destined to be the spring when everything recovers.
But sometimes, the early morning after the long dark night brings not hope but despair. The world after the heavy snow is not always so beautiful, and sometimes it makes those corpses frozen to death in the long night even more shocking.
When the brilliance of the first dawn came to an end, the people who fought in the middle of the night discovered that this hard night had reached its end, but those who were able to see the dawn were already lucky enough to be called by fate. Son.
Under the frenzied increase of the orc army regardless of losses, the inner city has been lost, and all the human defenders have retreated to the last third line of defense, which is a temporary fortification built with sandbags and earth walls, which is also the city. The last lifeline.
The slings outside the city have ceased fire. At such a long distance, they can't maintain the accuracy of the range at all, and the stop of the vision and the heavy snow has allowed the Orc Aerial Knights to fly in the blue sky again.
It seemed that the orcs had already secured the victory, but at this time, the orc king Amon Bloodaxe was not at all happy about the victory, but instead looked tired.
"... More than 70% of the warriors were lost, and there were countless serious injuries. Only two of the great chiefs who entered came back, and they were both seriously injured. Among them, Lord Hamar had already died in the previous siege. Now, Lord Wen, The wolf king Sostrow and Lord Lund were all killed, and Lord Kagma was also missing, and it is estimated that…”
The bad news made Amon even more hesitant, but no one could blame him, because the bandage on the right arm that had been cut off at the shoulder level was still bleeding, and Amon, who had lost a hand, was also seriously injured.
As the Great Chief of the United Tribe, he was not obliged to avoid fighting. He was lucky enough to survive, in addition to his outstanding personal combat power.
Regardless of the era, the brutal port war is the most deadly and dangerous. Legendary warriors may die suddenly in the melee. A sudden dark arrow and flying stone may bring down the holy mages. The dark night and All this chaos was exacerbated by heavy snowfall.
"It's finally dawn."
Amon's exclamation made the survivors nod in agreement. In the night battle, the unlucky ones would leave with a stray bullet, and the lucky ones would probably be able to see the opponent before falling under the chaos sword. .
And the cunning and resourceful fox chief Wen is a typical example of lack of luck. He was hit by a stray bullet from his own sling, and it was his two guards who died together with him. Horrible.
In fact, unknowingly, the red-eyed orcs committed a major taboo in siege warfare, that is, "never force the opponent to have no way out".
Surrounding three towers is not a patent of another world. It gives the opponent a possibility to escape, and it also provides a buffer for oneself not to be forced to perish by trapped beasts.
On that night, the heavy snow and the besieging orcs blocked all escape routes. Human beings had no way to retreat, and there was no possibility of escaping. Dogs would jump over the wall in a hurry. How could those well-trained soldiers from various countries sit and watch? Your own death is worthless.
"If you can't escape death in the end, then you must at least fall like a warrior, and at least be able to drag an opponent to die together!"
The coalition soldiers who were pushed to the limit showed their amazing combat power. The fear of the city was finally turned into hatred for the old enemy. The courage to end up together and the most important geographical advantage in the street battle made the battle loss ratio of both sides begin to change. , Orcs suffered heavy losses.
In terms of support from the rear, Amira's death garden is still creating one death trap after another. The human warriors who raided the houses can at least kill one breakeven. The bearman Lund's encounter is not the first, nor is it the last. .
However, the support of the orcs has already stopped. When the battle entered the melee in the dark night, their rough-style siege weapons have become a big weapon that can not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. No matter that era, they were accidentally killed by their friendly forces. It's the most unacceptable way to die.
Widespread hex and strategic magic? Using these when the visible range is less than ten meters, the probability of killing oneself and the enemy is about half.
What's more deadly is the silent deadly cold. In this ghostly weather, the damage of cold-proof clothing is fatal, not to mention wounds.
The extreme cold numbs the pain of the soldiers. Those small wounds that are easily overlooked in the snow will not be infected, but the loss of blood and physical strength is the most deadly. There are too many to fall down suddenly.
When the northern human coalition was forced to a desperate situation, the orcs also forced themselves to a desperate situation. The lengthy list of the dead was extremely shocking. It can be said that the casualties were heavy. Every family Dai Xiao, about 70% of the tribes, should be carried out after the war. reorganized.
Just the current loss can declare the orcs' ambition to return to the hinterland of the Central Plains failure. Even if they finally win, they will need a long period of recuperation.
But if Amon and the orcs were given a choice, they would probably have made the same decision even if they knew in advance of this unacceptable loss.
"Victory is at hand, take them down, and we will be the new masters of the North!"
How could the orcs let go when the crucial point of victory or defeat appeared.
However, if this strategic goal of seizing the hegemony of the Northland had been set three months ago, it would have been ridiculed for lack of ambition and courage. After all, at that time, the orcs returned to their ancestral land and fought for San Antonio.
Unconsciously, the harsh facts gave the orcs a blow, and their current strategic goal is to occupy the entire northern land.
The current orcs no longer have the ambition to swept the human countries, and only the seemingly poor and weak northern countries and the reinforcements of San Antonio have pushed them to this point, and they have lost the courage to challenge the human super empire.
Of course, there is still a slight error in this point. After this war, I am afraid that all countries will re-evaluate the combat strength of the North, especially the amazing combat strength of the Principality of Donglan in this war. The military critic of the country will not put the hat of a weak country on its head.
Knight Princess Renee, the magic swordsman of the new era, the four spirit swordsmen, the giant self-destructing war puppet Roland Titan, the floating battleship Aurora Borealis, the battlefield reaper the train king, all new concepts and weapons of war, will inevitably make Lan Kingdom renew Rise in the North.
Military strength also represents the right to speak in foreign affairs and politics. With the strength shown in this war, Roland's Lan Alliance (referred to as Lan Alliance) may also be pushed to reality.
On another level, when the news broke that the veteran boss Om Di Roc was cornered in his own lair, the familiar name Roland Lan, after being silent for more than a hundred years, must have been once again attracted new attention.
Of course, the premise is that they survive the disaster at hand.
"The orcs are here again..."
The breath I exhaled brought out the white mist, and I threw the holy sword on my own, and the bloodstains fell along with it, and the sword that never wore out was clean again.
For the northern human coalition that has survived a hard night of fighting, neither dawn nor snow is good news. This means that the orcs can be reorganized, and those goddamn air riders and siege equipment can also be restarted. Maybe you can get a period of time. Breathing time, but the general attack after that will be the final decisive battle that ends with the destruction of one side.
The movable medium-sized catapult was slowly pushed into the city, and the bloody soldiers who had fought a hundred battles bandaged their wounds, watching everything in front of them with a high degree of vigilance. Veterans who survived the bloody night throw their spears.
At the same time, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, "Black Bear" An Yinluo, was behind me, perhaps, not far behind me.
Orcs don’t just rush hard. The catman’s assassin found the headquarters. Even if the rescue was timely, he was lucky to survive. The one-eyed general was completely blind at this time. He was hit three times in the right abdomen, and he was seriously injured. He couldn't get up at all.
But fortunately, he doesn't need a command now. All he has to do is struggle to shout a word:
"hold fast!"
"Hold on... We have no way out! If you want to survive, just kill all these beasts!"
"Hold on. Behind us are the wounded, the widows, the old and the young!"
"Hold on! If we lose this war, our country is not ready for war, and they will lose their homeland! Our family will also be involved in this endless war."
Yes, stick to it, the war has reached this point, no strategy or deployment is needed, only the will is enough.
"hold fast!"
Lost a block? A new line of defense that has been made in the next block.
A makeshift defensive wall pushed down? The next wall has been erected.
A squadron was slaughtered, and there was a gap in the line of defense? The old man and woman who were just civilians picked up the weapons on the ground and silently filled the gap.
"Perhaps the doomsday and defeat of mankind will eventually come, but the beasts! Want to seize this city and open up the passage to the northern countries? Let the blood of the warriors here drain first."
The stern-faced young people did not have any extra words, but told the arrogant orcs with practical actions, what is the Northlander and what the Lan family is.
"Winter is coming, but aren't we northerners used to winter long ago? No matter how cold the winter is, it's not so sad. Let's endure it, hold a group to keep warm, and tease the dogs. Isn't spring coming?"
Even though he couldn't see it anymore, An Yinluo still smiled contemptuously. In his words, "Doudou Dog" was referring to the "dog". Judging from the laughter of the soldiers, it was self-evident.
When the morning sun rose a little further, and judging from the sound of footsteps on the corner of the street and the sound of the wheels of the catapult, the final hour had come.
At this time, even I have no choice, all the chips have been pressed, Antoun is too far away to count on, Annie's army was sent by me to intercept those dark elves, Ciro's reinforcements started Out of my control, those new weapons of war have also been used, and all the cards in my hand have been played.
"Damn Umdy Rock! If it wasn't for him..."
The last blow of Urmdirok did hit our vital point. If the Red Maple City were to fall here, I would have no power to return to the sky.
"Hey, if the war can drag on for ten days..."
But unfortunately, there is no if on the battlefield, and the famous generals who hate the battlefield are already innumerable. Accidents and misfortunes are always accompanied by losers, and heaven and hell are often a little bit worse.
I put up the holy sword, stood up, and since "Renei" left unexpectedly, I temporarily took the position of the middle-level commander, but at this point, I even used the other two summons of the holy sword. , but still nothing can be done.
"My diligence and temperance are dead, goddamn moon elves! Only their natural control can be so disgusting!"
The green-haired witch was a little embarrassed, her magic power was also exhausted in this war, and the seven virtues (now only three) that were regarded as treasures were also killed in the battle. It seemed that she was also pushed to the limit.
Moon elves were originally the priest race of the elf empire. They were good at communicating with gods and true gods, and used various powerful divine arts with the help of the power of the gods.
The original guardian deity of the moon elves was the forest guardian deity. The natural priests who have controlled and manipulated the divine power of the forest for thousands of years are best at sowing and controlling the forest. Conceptually, it is their duty to erase unnatural deformed plants.
Therefore, when the opponent was a natural priest like Atrion, Amyra was a natural enemy and suffered a big loss.
"Amyra-senpai..."
Her hair that was meticulous in the past was still scattered, her eyes were full of red light and bloodshots, and the witch who had been sleeping all night became even more frightening.
"Wait, if the orcs come up again, you can go. I don't believe that you have no way to escape."
"Of course, I can go whenever I want, you? Don't say you're going to die like a stupid knight."
"Me? I'm the immortal Roland, how could I die here."
"Hmph, I'm a 'super capricious witch in a storm mood', so how can I listen to your command. Now that the old lady has come up with her temperament, she will fight with those beasts and barbarians today."
"Hehe, I thought I would be useless without pets? Let's see what a melee Mage is!"
From this point of view, Amyra with her sleeves rolled up has the taste of the pungent senior sister of the past. I shook my head, and some words were still unspoken.
"Eliza?"
"Heloise's preparations are ready, but she asked me to give you a sentence 'Don't use that unless it's a last resort, otherwise, your efforts will be in vain'."
I still prepared the last trump card, and at this time, only the ultimate forbidden spell of undead spells can turn the tables in this desperate situation - the natural disaster of the undead!
But as long as you use this super forbidden spell, which is banned by all countries in the mainland, all the corpses around here will turn into brainless low-level undead. This is completely different from the death call I issued to the dead back then. I responded to my call back then. , is the deceased who is unwilling to remain quiet, and is controlled by the 'dead natural disaster', but it is a brainless undead that is permanently bloodthirsty.
This is compulsory and permanent enslavement, and it is even more the desecration of the corpses of the soldiers. Maybe, the soldiers around me will immediately turn their guns upside down and attack me, the evil necromancer.
If it is used, the statement that "dead spirits do not represent evil" will go bankrupt directly. I am afraid that the Lan Alliance plan is completely over, and the Principality of Donglan will be regarded as a new axis of evil, and suffer a series of diplomatic isolation.
At that time, it was us who won the war and lost the interests.
"It's better than being completely destroyed. If this bit of blood is broken, there is no hope."
But hearing such words, Eliza pushed her glasses and didn't say anything, but from the corners of her drooping eyes, she seemed a little unhappy and uninspired.
"What's wrong?"
"Why don't you ask me if you can escape? Why don't you persuade me to escape."
Well, she spit out the resentment in her heart. The angry Eliza is really cute. Of course, she didn't want to escape alone, but she didn't get the care that belonged to her. At least, in name, Roland Also Eliza's boyfriend.
I shook my head, and from what I knew about Eliza, such nonsense didn't need to be said in the first place.
"What else is there to ask? Didn't you say that you will always follow me, whether it's Styx or Hell, why, did you regret it?"
As soon as the voice fell, the dark clouds turned into sunny days, and the girl smiled very sweetly.
"No, I'll never regret it. Let's fight to the death together. I'll fish for you in the Styx."
The bizarre dialogue seems illogical, but it is likely to be the fact that it is about to happen. Perhaps, the emotional life of the immortal is so curious.
Watching this cloudy turn sunny, I secretly wiped a sweat.
I looked at Amira who suddenly became unhappy again, and felt Eliza's gaze behind me. I suddenly realized that I finally started to transfer? Is it really me who said the words like a winner in life? but…
"Why do I start to suddenly transfer every time when I'm about to die? Could it be that I was destined to shout, 'After this battle, I'll go back to my hometown to get married' before I die? XX goodbye' bad luck."
"Hey hey hey, I don't want to be at my memorial service. I was told the last confession by the beauties in tears - in fact, I like you..."
But the familiar footsteps not far away disturbed my thoughts, and the final battle finally came.
Surprisingly, the person leading the queue was not an orc, but a familiar figure. The slender figure and the light footsteps belonged only to elves.
"Adrien!"
Yes, even if he is transformed into a gray blood elf, even if the years have left traces on him, I will never forget that familiar face. After all, it was this arrogant elf racism who gave me a blow back then. By.
But at this time, my cheap disciple didn't look very good. Two orcs with axe pressed him forward, and they kept chattering, as if they were planning to do something.
"Persuading to surrender? Is it useful to say this at this time?"
The speculation in his ears seems to be somewhat reasonable, but there is only one owner of the northern land, and the deep hatred that has been forged can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy, and it is impossible to persuade surrender from the beginning.
But judging from Atrion's slowly wriggling mouth, I was surprised.
"Quick, kill him!"
But above the sky, the dark divine light has already descended, and the forbidden ritual directly enters the final round.
What those orcs said was "Prove your worth, Elf".
And what Adrien said was only two words.
"God descended!"