The Evil God's Army does not have unlimited supplies. It has long wanted to have a group of cannon fodder subordinates who are bloodthirsty, good at fighting, and hardworking.
Orcs are good. They are famous for being poorly fed and doing a lot of work. Even the logistics corps of the Western-Turk camp is handled by female orcs. There is no way around it. During the Holy War, the number of men will decline rapidly.
Various orc variants were born from the terrifying laboratories of the Evil God Army. Perhaps the potion technology was immature, or the war was too cruel. In short, these orcs were dying, and only a few survived.
Due to their physical condition, it is too difficult for them to have offspring, but within tens of thousands of years, some lucky ones will be born.
Generation after generation, they have reproduced with such difficulty. In order to distinguish them from orthodox orcs, they are called half-orcs, which means incomplete.
Orcs have low IQs, just to give the commander better control. However, there are always exceptions. No one likes to work day and night without enough food and clothing. Some orcs with high intelligence lead their tribesmen.
Resist, run away.
The Land of the Wanderers is barren, dry, and severely desertified. It was a place where prisoners were once exiled. The escaped orcs occupied it and spent several generations building a fortress named Glory.
Most of human wars are for profit. These orcs are poor, fight fiercely, and are stationed in such a ghost place. No legion is willing to attack them.
For the Evil God Army, it was also a good thing that orcs plundered humans from time to time and caused them more casualties, so they acquiesced to their existence.
The top management of the orcs have always been wise. If they can't survive, they will rob adventurers and mercenary groups. At most, they will harass the logistics troops. They have always avoided the military's garrison whenever possible. This is why the military is too lazy to pay attention to them.
One of the reasons, but this time, they actually snatched the dragon's blood holy medicine as the highest reward.
"The brains of these orcs are indeed broken!"
Outside the Glory Castle, tens of thousands of adventurers were waiting quietly, not even hiding or camouflaging themselves, because a military air fleet was conducting an air raid.
One after another, shuttle-shaped metal bodies fell from the bombing port, with a sharp whistling sound, and hit the city like a school of tuna.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Groups of huge flames rose up, countless rubbles flew around, and thick smoke billowed. Even from a long distance, everyone could feel the shock.
"What it is?
Through the telescope, looking at the broken limbs and broken arms that were constantly being blown up into the sky, someone asked with a pale face.
"The goblin bomb is said to have been procured by the military from Dunkford after seeing His Highness Downton's air raid tactics."
"It looks so powerful. If we carry out a carpet bombing, everyone in the city will die, right? There are many words on Wucuo Novel Network"
"It's very lethal, but it's also expensive. Do you know how much a goblin bomb costs? Ten thousand gold coins!"
The adventurers were talking a lot.
"Ah? Doesn't that mean that tens of millions were lost in such a short time? I, Di Polo, this is too expensive."
"War means burning money and human lives. I think the military also tests the power of goblin bombs and collects data. Otherwise, it will never pave the way for our bombing."
"I heard that the Chancellor of Finance in Frankfurt is a goblin that His Highness Downton rescued back then. Gee, who would have thought it could be so profitable?"
As the most popular newcomer on the surface in recent years, Downton is also the rumored boyfriend that Sissi pursues. Although people in the abyss have never seen him, they have heard about him. After all, using goblins as ministers has been a matter of tens of thousands of years.
Never happened.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's our turn for the air force to retreat."
The captains of the regiments issued orders. The troops of the Western and Tu camp have always been weak. The few ace troops are used as reserve troops and cannot be dispatched rashly, so the task falls on the adventurers.
The gap in the city wall that was blasted away can be seen with the naked eye. The ballistas and arrow towers are all rotten, and the corpses are buried in the rubble. There is no danger to their lives, so the adventurers only have a desire for the blood of the Chaos Dragon.
Covet.
Downton rode the Fiery Nightmare and stood on a breakthrough, using a monocular telescope to check the situation of the fortress. Behind him were more than 200 adventurers.
These people are all loners who have not joined the adventure group, and there are also soldiers who come here during their breaks to see if there are any opportunities to make money. Without exception, they all come here because they want to embrace Downton.
"Sir, do we want to attack?"
Some people can't wait.
"Idiot, let others rush in first to consume the orcs' strength."
There are also people who are very cunning, but after speaking, they attracted a series of ridicules.
"You are stupid. The fortress was blown into this state and its defenses have collapsed. If you don't rush in and grab a handful now, you won't even be able to drink the soup."
These words resonated, and some people didn't think they could grab the blood of the Chaos Dragon. They could just look through it and make a small fortune.
"It seems that the production capacity of the underground military factory is good, otherwise it would not be sold to the military!"
Downton suddenly realized that he had been away from home for a long time and began to miss his hometown.
"Your Mightiness!"
A group of people looked at Downton expectantly.
"Walk!"
Downton shook the reins, slammed his heels into the horse's belly, and Nightmare sprinted out like an arrow, leaving a burning mark on the ground with its hoofs.
The adventurers hurriedly followed, pulling out their weapons and waving them vigorously, shouting and screaming.
This is a deterrent and a driving away, making the orcs feel their terror, and then they will pick up the weak persimmons.
Scattered arrows were shot over, and the remaining Orc soldiers responsible for the defense of the western city wall tried their best to stop the enemy.
The adventurers burst into laughter. The orcs were really stupid. After fighting to this point, they should retreat to the second line of defense and reorganize their defenses. If they stayed here now, they would simply be facing death.
"Look at me!"
The archers in the team took off the long bows on their backs and bent their bows directly on horseback to nock arrows.
Collapse! Collapse!
The bowstring of the rhinoceros tendon trembled, and the arrow shot out, and in a blink of an eye it pierced the orc's eye socket. The force was so strong that it even tore off the skull.
Everyone cheered loudly as they watched the corpses fall from the top of the city.
The orcs had no fear. A crossbow cart was pushed out, and flying monsters appeared in the sky and began to sweep the formation.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The archers fired in unison, and a wave of arrows fell, shooting the three orcs operating the crossbow into a hornet's nest, but soon several more orcs rushed out and continued to operate the crossbow. After they were shot to death,
The orc infantryman next to him bit the sword in his hand with his teeth and began to operate the ballista clumsily.
The orcs knew that the ballista was the target of the enemy's archers, and whoever touched it would die, but they did not flinch.
"Fight for survival!"
A roar rang out, followed by a huge shout on the city wall. The half-orcs' morale increased.
"Use phosphorus rockets!"
Before the archers could change their arrows, they saw Downton's right hand holding the riding crop shake to the side, followed by hundreds of magic fists falling from the sky and hitting the city top.
Boom! Click!
The ballista was directly smashed to pieces, and the splattered wood chips shot into the faces of the orcs next to them. However, the screams stopped just as they started, because the heavy punch smashed them into pieces of meat on the ground.
There were still some half-orcs covered in blood struggling to get up. Then there was another heavy bombing, looking at the corpses on the ground. Even they with low IQs stopped and did not dare to provide any more support.
"Can you hit it from such a distance?"
"What kind of martial arts is this? It's absolutely epic!"
"terrible."
The adventurers were amazed.
Downton lifted the reins, and Nightmare jumped from the collapsed ruins into the city.
"Your Excellency Silver is mighty!"
The adventurers shouted and rushed forward. They felt that they were so wise. This thigh hug was really worth it.
After entering the city, everything you can see is ruins, the ground is covered with dust, and corpses are in disrepair.
When the orc infantry who were bandaging saw the intruder, they immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed forward.
"Leave it to you."
Downton just glanced at it and ignored it. Instead, he rode his horse forward slowly to check the effects of the bomb.
"It is our honor to serve you!"
The adventurers shouted, then rode their horses through Downton, took out their weapons and fought. For the magic energy, ordinary soldiers were nothing more than trash.
The battle was one-sided. Even though they had never cooperated before, these people were all veterans, and a balanced team with each performing their own duties was immediately formed.
Of course, the backbone is Downton.
"Captain, the road is cleared, let's go to the temple quickly, shall we? There are many words in Wucuo Novel Network"
The adventurers suggested, and they were all a little excited to see that Downton didn't refuse everyone to call him that.
Perhaps due to genes, the racial structure of the orcs is similar to that of the orcs. They not only imitate the temple, but also have the statue of the God of War. The great shaman and chief usually rule in the temple. It can be said that this is their most important
architecture.
Downton suddenly turned to a street on the right, startling everyone and quickly following him.
Among the ruins, stood a three or four-year-old orc girl, and a childish cry full of panic and helplessness floated in her ears.
Without thinking, an adventurer raised his hand to draw his bow, but was stopped by his companions.
Downton got off his horse and walked over.
Sensing the scent of these strangers, the little girl's cry became quieter, she blinked her red and swollen eyes, and looked at these people suspiciously.
"Where's your mom?"
Downton squatted in front of the little girl. Her whole body was covered in dust, like a mud monkey, and her face had two streaks of mud washed away by tears.
"under."
The little girl pointed to the ruins nearby. She was too young to know that these people were enemies, nor did she know that her mother was probably dead.
Downton took out a bag of candies and handed it to the little girl. He looked a little sad because what he detected under the mirror was a cold corpse.
The little girl was suspicious and didn't answer it because she had never seen such a thing before, but the colorful candy wrappers made her very curious.
Downton peeled one off and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth. The unique fragrance and sweetness of the toffee immediately conquered the little girl's taste buds.
A smile bloomed, like a daisy on the prairie!
Downton smiled, ruffled the little girl's hair, then stood up and left. He wanted to tell her to live strong, but when the words came to his lips, he realized that he had no position to say it. (To be continued.)