There was a lot of commotion on the human side, and the orcs soon learned about it.
The Chimera's huge size cannot be hidden at all. As long as the orcs' reconnaissance sentries are not blind, it is absolutely impossible not to see it.
The meeting of the three races made the city of Kuhan suddenly become crowded.
But even so, the combined number of these people is far less than the millions of Orcs' army.
Neither the elves nor the dwarves have large populations, and even the number of elves does not exceed 30,000. This is already the majority of the force they can mobilize.
However, although the elves do not have many soldiers, they are more valuable than others. Almost every one of them is a mid-level professional, and most of them are mages. The destructive power caused by the group's dispatch cannot be underestimated.
As for the dwarves, a group of old drunkards came in and emptied the few liquor stocks in Kuhan City, leaving the human defenders stunned.
Alcohol is never prohibited in the dwarf army, but on the contrary, there is no joy without alcohol.
Their drinking capacity is so great that they can drink even a large bucket without blinking an eye.
It is even said that their fighting strength is sometimes related to their drinking. The more drunk they are, the more desperate they are in fighting.
This is the berserker of the dwarves, and it is also a profession that is well-known on the continent of Erin.
The number of the dwarf army is not large, about 50,000, plus the elves and human soldiers, the current total number of the Alliance Legion is about 100,000.
After Zhang Xiaoman met the two new saints, he went back to his room. He needed to continue studying several new spells he had mastered.
However, because of one action, he unexpectedly gained the friendship of Dwarf King Yohad.
Because he saw the group of dwarf berserkers complaining about the lack of wine in Kuhan City, Zhang Xiaoman took out a few bottles of wine from his storage ring to quench their thirst.
What they didn't expect was that these people fell madly in love with this wine after drinking it.
There is no liquor in the Irene continent itself. What they drink is basically fruit wine made from fruits and vegetables, and the alcohol content is not high.
This is also the reason why those dwarf berserkers can drink a barrel of wine.
The first day they tasted such strong wine, these dwarves immediately became red-eyed. Regardless of Zhang Xiaoman's status as a saint, they all shamelessly crowded over to ask for a sip of wine.
Zhang Xiaoman himself does not drink. The reason why there is a storage ring in it is because he has mastered a dark energy technique called "Material Conversion".
Name: Substance Transformation—Sunlight Aging
Consumption: pure water, dark spiritual power
Structure: contraction
Combination sequence: fusion, transformation
Effect: Converts one liter of pure water into one liter of sunlight pure brew.
This skill was drawn by Zhang Xiaoman during a certain lottery. The effect of using it is very simple and crude, that is, it can directly turn water into wine.
He had a few similar material conversion skills, but they were basically useless.
For example, the "Material Conversion: Gold" that I drew for the first time was a formula for converting Olhast Rock into gold of equal weight.
Zhang Xiaoman felt that unless his brain was caught in the door, how could he use that ability.
Another example is "Material Conversion: Soul-Leaving Grass", which means that twenty grams of Oud powder is converted into a complete Soul-Leaving Grass.
So far, he doesn't even know what Soul-Leaving Grass and Oud Powder are, let alone converting them.
Therefore, some of the formulas drawn in the lottery are quite useless and are completely useless.
If it were the time when he first obtained the system, Zhang Xiaoman would have been extremely excited if he had such a skill of converting water into wine.
After all, this is a pure ability to make money. It just consumes some dark energy. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cornucopia of money trees.
But now, for the entire Star Alliance, money can be said to be an external possession.
At least in these existing worlds, it is not an exaggeration at all for the Star Alliance to say that it is "not short of money".
With these sun-aged wines as gifts, the dwarves' favorability towards Zhang Xiaoman, a human being, was immediately increased, and the dwarf king Yohad directly became brothers with him.
Time soon came to noon the next day.
At this time, the sun was at its most intense. Reports from the defenders came from the northern city gate, and the orc army seemed to be making some moves.
Originally, the distance between the Orc army and Kuhan City was about ten kilometers, but now it is getting closer, and the time in one morning has been shortened to five kilometers.
"Do they want to launch a general offensive?"
On the tower of the city gate, Dustin Watts, the commander of the human army stationed in Kuhan City, looked solemn.
According to the intelligence he had obtained, the orcs' armies scattered in other directions were gathering here, and the large forces of the Rock Demons were also coming. The millions of troops gathered together, and they seemed to be trying to take over Kuhan City in one go.
"How long until our other reinforcements arrive?"
Dustin Watts lifted the observation spell and turned to look at a sentry beside him.
The man was a soldier who was responsible for intelligence work, and he immediately told the information he had learned.
"Legion Commander, we currently have a total of fifteen reinforcements arriving. The closest ones are the brothers from the Ninth Legion, who are expected to arrive tonight. The farthest ones are from the Fourth Legion, which may not arrive until fifteen days later. arrival……"
"Fifteen days? Impossible. It is absolutely impossible for the orcs to wait that long before launching an attack. I estimate that they will be dispatched no later than tomorrow... It is also possible that we will have a fierce battle this afternoon..."
Dustin said, shaking his head.
The soldier showed a look of expectation.
"Legion Commander, we have five holy warriors and seven-headed chimeras here. Let those damn orcs come over! I don't believe they can come back alive!"
Obviously, the arrival of the elves and dwarves last night gave him great confidence. Five saints were stationed in Kuhan City at the same time. He did not think that there was any kind of army that could capture this place.
But Dustin on the side was not as optimistic as him.
Dustin's expression was always serious. He stared closely at the ant-sized orc army in the distance, opened his lips slightly, and sighed:
"Hey...I'm afraid things are not as simple as we thought..."
The soldier cast a doubtful look, but Dustin did not continue talking.
After all, as the commander of the army, some of the following words are a bit demoralizing for his own people, and it is impossible for him to really say them.
Maybe those ordinary soldiers don't know, but as an experienced veteran and an eighth-level battle division, he still knows a lot about the current strength in Kuhan City.
Yes, the Holy Order is indeed very powerful, and so are those Chimera Dragons.
But there is a premise for that, that is, with the limited number of Orc troops, this war may be easily won.
However, the current situation is not like this. The Orc army is too numerous, far exceeding the alliance army by dozens of times.
Under such circumstances, even if a strong Saint-level man could kill, how many more could he kill?
Five thousand? Ten thousand? Or fifty thousand?
You must know that saint-level experts are not perpetual motion machines. After the energy in their bodies is exhausted, they are no different from ordinary people.
The Orcs have millions of troops. If they are determined to attack the city at all costs, they can kill these saints even if they use their lives to pile them up.
Although the power of the holy class is strong, it does not mean that it is invincible. At least in front of such a large number of orcs, it is still a bit unsatisfactory.
If those orcs were replaced by humans, maybe the killings of the Holy Order could suppress the other survivors.
But the attackers were single-minded orcs. In a fight, they would be desperate if they saw blood. They would not be frightened by the death of their companions at all.
This is also the reason why the orcs have never been extinct even though they are hated by other races across the continent.
In fact, there are so many of them that the entire northern grassland is their tribe.
"Perhaps, we can implement decapitation tactics..."
Dustin Watts narrowed his eyes.
Although the Saint-level warriors would not be able to eat so many orcs in a head-to-head confrontation, it would be very easy if they rushed into the opponent's military camp and killed their general, or even the beast king.
But the problem now is that it is not so easy to find the position of the leader among the million-strong Orc army.
"Normally speaking, once those brainless orcs start a war, the coach will be the first one..."
"But they probably know that there are several saints in Kuhan City, so they probably won't do such stupid things again..."
"Why……"
Dustin Watts sighed, knowing that what was coming next might be difficult.
But at this moment, an army of about a few hundred people suddenly separated from the orc army in the distance, riding on prairie demon wolves and running quickly towards the direction of Kuhan City.
"what happened?"
Dustin was also confused by the scene in front of him. What did the orc want to do? Are these hundreds of people sent here to negotiate? Or persuade to surrender?
The Prairie Demon Wolf was very fast, running five kilometers in less than two minutes and arriving outside the fifteen-meter-high Kuhan City Wall.
On the back of the demon wolf sat the ace wolf cavalry of the orcs, led by an orc general who was over two and a half meters tall and wore exquisite armor.
"You coward of the human race! I am the orc warlord Ogtanlon! I am here today to launch the Agvaron ritual on your holy ranks! I want to challenge your holy ranks!"
After the orc came to the city gate, he shouted. His voice was so loud that even the civilians hiding in the city could hear it clearly.
"Ogtanlon!!"
Dustin recognized the identity of the person immediately.
Although the two have never fought against each other, they are both eighth-level beings and are their respective leaders, so they naturally know each other.
"Ogtanlong! You are not qualified to challenge the Saint!"
The orc warlord below heard this and laughed loudly.
"Hahahaha! The cowards of the human race really opened my eyes! What! Are you planning to avoid the sacred Agwalon ceremony!?"
As soon as he said these words, the defenders on the city gate suddenly became commotion. They all looked filled with indignation and shouted insults at the orcs below.
On this continent, the Agwalon Ceremony is the most sacred challenge ceremony. It is usually initiated as a low-level challenge to a high-level person, symbolizing the belief of courage and fear of life and death.
Therefore, if such a challenge is rejected, the refuser will be permanently labeled as a coward, coward, etc. It can definitely be said to be the most acceptable shame.
Now, Ogtanlon is challenging the Holy Orders in the city in the name of Agvaron Ceremony. This is simply forcing the opponent to accept the challenge.
After all, the reputation of the Holy Order is not so easy to insult, and if he is really rejected, it will be the five Holy Orders in the city who are embarrassed.
Therefore, this is actually Ogtanlong's conspiracy, and it is a battle situation that has to be accepted.
But the soldiers in the city did not feel panic at all, because in their opinion, they were strong men at the Saint level. How could an ordinary orc warlord be able to defeat them?
But Dustin smelled a hint of conspiracy.
He knew Ogtanlon, and there was no way the other party was so stupid.
When someone with an eighth-level strength is up against a ninth-level person, no matter what profession they are, there is almost no chance of winning.
"Could it be said that he has broken through to the ninth level?"
Dustin looked at the other person carefully, but he could not see any trace of the ninth-level powerhouse's unique integration with nature from his aura.
"Still eighth level...impossible...who gave him the courage to do this...?"
The army commander had doubts in his eyes, thinking that things might not be that simple, and there must be a trap in it.
"Ogtanlong, you are not worthy of challenging the Saint! I will be your opponent!"
After some consideration, he responded loudly.
The surrounding soldiers all focused their attention on him.
Some people want to come forward to dissuade them, but they also know that they can't show their cowardice now. The only eighth-level leader present is the commander of the army. If he doesn't even come on stage, then the saint can really be invited to take action.
As Dustin finished speaking, he jumped down from the top of the city and landed firmly opposite Ogtanlong.
When the orc warlord saw the person coming, he looked him up and down, then showed a trace of disdain in his eyes and said:
"Only you? You want to duel with me? You don't have the strength yet!"
His words immediately stirred up waves, causing the defenders at the city gate to once again send out "friendly greetings."
"Whether or not you have that strength is not just a matter of words. Come on! If you can't defeat me, then why do you challenge the Saint!"
Dustin took off the big shield behind him and the long sword from his waist. The tip of the sword pointed at the orc warlord not far away, and he got ready for battle.
"Haha, if you are looking for death, then don't blame me."
Ogtanlong grinned and twisted his neck, then raised his broad-bladed sword.
Seeing this scene, the group of wolf cavalry who followed Ogtanlong also consciously retreated, leaving a large enough field for the two of them to duel.
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