Author: Conquer people with virtue

As soon as the scout finished speaking, the leaders in the military camp looked at each other. Valk nodded: "I understand, please submit the detailed information."

After a while, on the simple map in front of everyone, the adjutant marked the direction where the ogres were coming from in the scout's mouth in red.

"Let's all take a look and see how to fight." Valk said to everyone.

After hearing what Valk said, everyone present gathered around to discuss.

As time went by, the scout team's detection information on the ogres was also continuously sent over.

In contrast, Valk's adjutant was constantly marking the map. After a while, all the information about this ogre was completely displayed in front of everyone.

"It seems the situation is very clear." Valk stared at the series of red marks on the map, and could easily grasp the opponent's course of action.

The many scouts and investigators that Osfir's army spread out were not useless, so the ogres were already discovered here when they were still dozens of miles away.

The gryphon knights and harpies in the sky can quickly send information over and monitor them easily.

"This ogre has existed in the southern part of the Xilan Mountains for a long time. According to the information provided by the halflings, they will harass the halfling villages every once in a while."

"And the dwarves of Molten Hammer City will regularly attack this group of ogres to maintain relative stability within the south." Valk first talked about the origin of this group of ogres.

However, most of the officers present knew that the "relative stability" mentioned by Valk did not only refer to ogres, but also to halflings.

Moltenhammer City uses ogres to control halflings. This is already a consensus among the top leaders within Osfir. At this moment, the large group of ogres attacking undoubtedly confirms this point.

After all, the Osfir army has not yet invaded the ogre's territory. It is obviously unreasonable for them to come here from such a distance. Most officers believe that the ogre's actions must be driven by the Hammer City.

"The number of incoming ogres is about a thousand, and they are coming along the mountain road." Valk pointed out to everyone on the map with the wooden stick in his hand.

"Sir, the ogres are quite large and have some inherent advantages against our army. The price for us to deal with them in the open area may be high. I think we should make full use of the terrain and block them in narrow sections." Green Scales

The leaders all printed and offered advice.

What he said was not for nothing, there was some truth to it.

Ogres are physically strong. The average adult ogre is 9 to 10 feet tall and weighs close to a thousand pounds. Many of Osfir's troops are small kobolds and goblins. I'm afraid they won't have an easy time against them.

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Moreover, this creature is also notorious for its bad temper. Insulting or calling them by name may instantly trigger the ogre's anger. Making noise in front of them, laughing or looking at them in the "wrong" way may also anger them.

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When angry, the ogre will smash objects and creatures around it until there is no target to vent to. From this, it can be seen that it is unwise to provoke an ogre.

But that's from a normal perspective. What's going on right now is not a tribal conflict, but a war.

"Humph, although the ogres are strong, our warriors can definitely compete with them. I dare not say anything about others, but we, the jackals, will never be afraid!" Woz dismissed them and immediately launched an objection.

Hearing this, Duyin had no choice but to smile bitterly.

It is true that the ogres are difficult to deal with, but if Osfir is serious, he can definitely defeat them.

Not to mention the equally fierce gnolls, black-scaled lizardmen, bugbears, etc., who can also be faced alone.

But Duyin's previous speech was to reduce damage to his own side.

As soon as the two started, everyone expressed their opinions. Some supported the confrontation and believed that the ogre was nothing to worry about. Others wanted to avoid it.

In the end, everyone's eyes turned to Valk, after all, it was he who made the final decision.

"Soldiers are crafty." Valk uttered an incomprehensible word, followed by another: "Those who know themselves and their enemies can survive a hundred battles."

Woz scratched his big, hairy head and looked confused: "Why do I understand every word, but I just don't understand it when they are connected together."

Not to mention Woz, who usually has little brain power, most of the people present were also confused.

"Woz, the master asked you to go to the Military Academy for further training on weekdays. You must have not gone, right?" Yeno couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"War means using any means within the scope of war. And if you want to be victorious in every battle, you must understand the enemy as well as yourself," Valcke explained.

"Although ogres are physically powerful, they also have fatal weaknesses, that is, they are lazy, stupid, and very greedy. We can take advantage of these."

The so-called pros and cons. Obviously, not all creatures are designed to be as domineering as dragons. Most races are very balanced.

Ogres are very greedy, especially when they see other people's property. They will not let go of any "treasure" when looting, including a worn-out helmet, a whole piece of moldy cheese, and a worn-out animal skin.

.In order to compete for a handful of coins, the ogres will even fight each other.

The reason is naturally due to their stupidity. For most ogres, they cannot count to ten even if they put their hands in front of their eyes. Ogres will simply believe what they hear and are very easily fooled and confused.

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Coupled with their easily irritated temper in the north, in Valk's eyes, it is very easy to make a fuss about these simple-minded creatures.

"The best way is to use their stupidity to gain an advantage for us. Attacking is a must. We must strive for the initiative, but we cannot be overwhelming." Valcke expressed his opinion.

"My plan is..."

Valk held a wooden stick and kept making gestures on the map as he explained. As he spoke, the eyes of everyone present became brighter and brighter.

"Congratulations, General!" Duyin praised.

Compared with Valcke's plan, his defensive plan is also worth mentioning.

"According to the plan, everyone is ready to go. This is our real first battle in the south. We must win for Lord Theos!" Valk encouraged.

Although I say this, no one actually thinks that they will lose when fighting these ogres.

There are even many officers who are mourning these ogres in their hearts...

When Osfir's army was taking action, thousands of ogres were also advancing thirty miles away.

These are a group of rough creatures with well-developed limbs and big bellies. They wear clothes made of animal fur and hold their weapons in their hands - some uprooted trees or wooden sticks nailed with iron spikes.

Each of these group of ogres looks very oppressive, but combined with their dull eyes and lazy movements, any outstanding general in Rohirrim would not say that this is an army.

There was no order, no formation, everyone was in chaos and going their own way. From time to time, someone in the team would be caught by something on the roadside and break away from the team.

They didn't even notice that some harpies would fly past in the shadows of the mountains from time to time.

Tuluan Bloodskull, the leader of the ogre tribe, was currently surrounded slightly forward in the team, enjoying a roast rabbit.

"Tell my warriors to move faster and not to be stumbled by those insignificant prey. As long as we climb over this mountain, we will have endless food!" Turuan swallowed the roasted rabbit in one mouthful.

In the middle, chew it together with the bones and ordered.

"Yes, boss." said the ogre next to him.

But in fact, this is the third time the leader has said this, and the mountain has been turned over several times.

There was nothing Tuluan could do about it, he just got a little bit of information that was not detailed.

As for where the information came from? Turuan doesn't even know.

However, he still chose to believe it, because he often got some news about halflings, although every time he was halfway through enjoying it, he would be driven away by a group of dwarves.

"Damn dwarf," Turuan said.

Ogres can eat almost anything, but they especially like the taste of dwarves, elves, and half-elves. But they are never a match for those dwarves.

Just when Tuluan was thinking about whether there would be endless food behind this mountain, a burst of smoke and dust suddenly rose on the road ahead.

"You round-headed idiots!"

In front of the road, a group of dozens of goblin warg knights appeared. They were well-equipped and looked very majestic riding on the shiny wargs.

Of course, in the eyes of the ogre, these are clearly a group of moving treasures... and food.

"Oga! It's those sour little things!" The ogres were confused. Most of them had tasted the taste of goblins, and they didn't taste good, they were sour and woody.

But this did not stop them from being interested in those shiny-looking armors. In just a few breaths, the ogre at the front could no longer hold back and rushed forward.

"Armor-piercing arrow, thrown at 45 degrees, ready."

The captain of the warg knight did not panic when he saw the ogre coming, and calmly issued his order.

The knights under them were well-trained, controlling the wargs under them to stand still, taking out special arrows, and unloading their bows.

Two hundred feet...one hundred and fifty feet...

"put!"

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Dozens of arrows were thrown out instantly, drawing arcs in the sky and accurately covering the charging ogre.

The arrows of the armor-piercing arrows are narrow and sharp, and the entire arrow is heavier than ordinary arrows. After being thrown, it pierces into the ogres who have almost no armor, and the entire arrow penetrates deep into their bodies.

"Oka! These damn little things! You hurt me!"

About twenty or so ogres were injured before they even touched each other. They suddenly lost their minds in anger and rushed towards them at an even faster speed.

"Armor-piercing arrow, 45 degrees, ready for the second throw!"

"put!"

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The warg knights did not panic, and fired two more rounds under the command, arousing the anger of more ogres. At this time, the nearest ogre was less than fifty feet away from them.

"Ah! Oops! The ogre is coming! Run!"
To be continued...