"Have you brought everything?"
McAvey looked at Fox and asked, with a hint of urgency in his tone.
"Your Majesty the Saint, I have brought all the scrolls. They are on the carriage outside. They are heavily guarded and are very safe."
Fox said respectfully.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Fox."
When McCarvey heard that all the scrolls had been brought over, he felt a little relieved.
There was no way, because of Urbis' betrayal, almost all his previous arrangements had been cleared away, and the scroll on Fox's side was one of the few that could be left.
"These are high-level magic scrolls. They are one of our trump cards when we fight against the True God. They have cost us decades of hard work. They are very important. We must not make any mistakes..."
"Fox, you have also done a lot. I have nothing to thank you for. If you have any doubts about breaking through the entanglement, just ask me and I will help you."
McAlevey made a promise.
After hearing this, Fox hurriedly bowed and saluted, with an excited expression on his face.
This is a saint who personally imparts his experience. Needless to say, what a precious opportunity it is.
I believe that if this news spreads, countless people will come over to compete for this opportunity.
Soon, the scrolls Fox brought this time were transported in by the soldiers and kept in a secret room in the temple.
These scrolls are actually the ones Zhang Xiaoman saw in the Iron Furnace Chamber of Commerce last time. Even that part is just the tip of the iceberg, and more are hidden in other secret rooms behind the walls.
There are a lot of these scrolls, reaching more than 1,200. The lowest ones are at the seventh level, and some of the highest ones are even ninth-level rare treasures.
Naturally, it is impossible for Fox to make so many magic scrolls, and he does not have the strength.
Almost most of these scrolls were carved by McCarvey himself. Ever since he learned the truth about Advent, he has been preparing for this day. He used almost dozens of more than 1,200 scrolls. It took years to complete.
Although this time seems a bit long, you must know that many of these scrolls are eighth-level existences. Each one requires countless precious materials and time to make, and it is impossible to make them quickly in large quantities.
Once this scroll is used, even the lowest level magician can directly release an eighth-level spell. You can imagine how precious it is.
When the God's Advent Festival comes, more than a thousand high-level scrolls blast past, and McCarvey believes that even a true god cannot resist it.
"Your Excellency Saint, last time Your Excellency Ji Xing gave me a bottle of potion that can increase my mana. After taking it, I felt that the shackles leading to the ninth level seemed to be loosened a little... So... I have some questions that I want to take advantage of. I have the opportunity to ask you for advice, do you think it’s okay?”
Fox was a little nervous, waiting expectantly for McAvey's response.
McCarvey was a little surprised by what he said, but after hearing that the opponent might break through to the ninth level, he was still very happy. Even before the battle started, he took the time to explain some of the doubts in Fox's mind.
On the other side, in the orc camp.
In the warlord's tent, Ogtanlong's huge body was lying on his back on a heavy stone bed. Several shamans were standing around him, casting healing spells to restore his wounds.
Compared to Yohad, Ogtanlon's injuries were much lighter, mainly because there was no pure elemental power to block them, and it was relatively easy to recover from the wounds.
But the attack of a ninth-level dwarf grand master was not so easy to resist. Even though Ogtanlong was protected by golden armor, when the load of the armor reached its limit, he still suffered a lot of damage.
"Ogtanlong, you are too impulsive!"
In the military tent, an orc wearing a magic wolf skin cloak said in a bad tone.
Among the entire orc army, the only one who had the courage and strength to speak to Ogtanlong in such a tone was the eighth-level great shaman.
This orc was the one who had previously rescued Ogtanlon from McAvey on the battlefield. He was also the one who summoned the ninth-level Storm Elemental King.
“Greg, you don’t need to talk when I’m doing things!”
Although Ogtanlong was still a little weak, he still spoke back without any hesitation.
"Didn't you see that the dwarf was injured by my Sun Blade? Even if they rescued him, they couldn't heal his wound at all! I have already cut off a ninth-level battle master. This Isn’t a little enough!?”
As Ogtanlong spoke, he slapped the slate bed hard and sat up. The powerful force suddenly caused the entire bed to crack. Several shamans who were casting healing spells around him all backed away in fear.
However, others were afraid of him, but Greg didn't buy it at all. He quickly took a few steps forward, grabbed Ogtanlong's collar, and said angrily:
"Stupid guy! This is all just your guess! Although you and Yohad fought in a losing battle, your Sun Ring was also seriously damaged! We only have the last Holy Demon Stone left! And now we have to Waste of time fixing your ring!”
As he spoke, he pushed Ogtanlong back and said viciously:
"Remember, our mission this time is to delay time! Wait until other armies come over, and then jointly launch a general attack, but look what you have done now! If the king's plan is affected in the slightest because of your stupidity , then you should know the consequences!"
If it had been in the past, after being threatened like this by Greg, Ogtanlon would definitely have taken advantage of him.
But this time, perhaps because it was seriously injured, or because the "king" in the opponent's mouth was enough of a deterrent, Ogtanlong did not have an attack. He just bared his teeth and then went silent, leaving the onlookers wondering. The frightened shamans all breathed a sigh of relief.
If these two people fight, they will both be affected.
"Hmph, three days, there are still three days left. I hope your wound can be healed quickly within these three days, so as not to affect the next plan!"
Greg's tone was cold. As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the door.
"Also, I will take over the command of the army in these three days. Our attack cannot be stopped and the alliance army cannot be given any chance to breathe. You can just recuperate here and stop running around for me!"
…
Soon, as Greg took over the command of the army, the attack horn of the Orcs sounded again.
A group of about 50,000 vanguard troops rode over on demon wolves, followed by a dozen warriors from the Rock Demon Tribe.
Compared with the Orc army, this number of troops is only the vanguard of the siege, but compared to the Alliance army, it is a considerable army.
Although there are new reinforcements as supplements, plus the armies of dwarves and elves, the total number of people in the alliance does not exceed 200,000, which is still not comparable to the million-strong army of the orcs.
However, the advantage of the alliance is that their army is more elite, and the mage group composed of elves is an invincible weapon on the battlefield.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
The melodious horn sounded in the sky above Kuhan City. The defenders in the city moved upon hearing the wind. Everyone was preparing nervously. They knew that this was the horn that the battle was about to begin.
"Those orc cubs are coming! Everyone follow me out of the city to fight!!"
The squad captains were loudly urging the soldiers in their team. Weapons, armor, horses, everything was carefully inspected, and then they led everyone into the legion's formation.
Some recruits who were on the battlefield for the first time didn't even have time to put on their helmets before they were pushed into the military formation by the pushing crowd.
Their hands holding the spears couldn't help but tremble a little. This was not necessarily fear, but mostly nervousness.
It was the first time to go to the battlefield and face a ferocious race like the orcs. It would be a lie to say that there was no emotion in my heart.
After all, they are just the most ordinary soldiers. At most, some elites have reached the level of low-level professionals, but most of them are still recruits who have not personally experienced large-scale battlefields.
Even if everyone knows that there are five saints on their side, if a fight breaks out later, the saints will not come specially to save themselves. It is not surprising that many people will be afraid.
The sergeants seemed to have anticipated this situation, and began to ride their horses back and forth around the military formation, shouting words of encouragement as they ran.
"Fighters of Edlon! You are the most brave and fearless! Only fighting can bring you glory!"
"The invasion of the orcs killed our civilians and burned our land! I saw women and children praying for our arrival with their blood!"
"We have backed our hometown! We have no way to retreat! Behind you are your relatives! You must take up arms! Tonight, I will fight side by side with you and kill all the invaders!!"
On the high platform in front of the city gate, Emperor Romell of the Adren Empire was raising the weapon in his hand and making his final declaration before the war.
In this world, no matter which race you belong to, as a leader, when facing a war, you will never stand at the rear, but will fight on the front line with the soldiers around you. This is also a feature here. .
On the city gate, this area has been repaired again by Zhang Xiaoman's restoration technique, but with several uninterrupted restorations, the effect is getting worse and worse.
Hundreds of elven mages have opened a barrier here. This earth-bound barrier can effectively prevent the Rock Demon clan from sneak attacks.
But at the same time, this kind of barrier is also very fragile and can be easily breached from the front, so the alliance's troops must also go out of the city to fight.
At the same time, the armies of the dwarves and elves were also ready to go. Hundreds of gryphon knights spread their wings and flew into the sky. Just waiting for an order, they could strike at the enemy's rear from high altitude.
"Are the beasts attacking? How many people are there?"
At the city gate, Dustin, who had not had time to recover from his injuries, was already standing on the command platform again.
As the commander of the human army and the general with the most experience in fighting here, he was duty-bound to carry out the task of commanding the battle situation. Even the emperor Romell had no intention of taking back the command.
"Your Excellency, Commander of the Grand Army! According to the intelligence I just observed, the orcs have dispatched about 50,000 people in total and have a small amount of air power. However, the army behind them has not moved yet. This should not be a general attack..."
A scout sentry reported the situation to him.
"Isn't it a general attack..."
Dustin frowned.
He looked at the vanguard of the orcs that was approaching more and more, and he was quickly thinking about the other party's intention of doing this.
If they send 50,000 people to attack themselves, it is obviously impossible to capture the city of Kuhan. What is their purpose in doing this? Is it just a simple desire to engage in a riotous tactic?
"impossible……"
Dustin quickly shook his head and rejected the idea. It didn't make much sense, at least compared to what he paid, what he got was simply out of proportion.
"Could it be that……"
Soon, he thought of another possibility.
"Their goal should be the saints, and they want to consume the energy of several saints!"
The appearance of this idea immediately made Dustin break into a cold sweat.
If it were in the past, he might not have thought of this so quickly.
But since he learned that the Orcs also hid an unknown number of holy orders, Dustin immediately guessed the other party's intention.
What these guys are planning is really amazing. If one's own Holy Order takes action in advance in such a battle, it will consume a lot of energy. When the Holy Order hidden on the opposite side makes a sneak attack, the consequences will become very serious. .
But if the Saint does not take action, the alliance's biggest advantage will be lost, and the purpose of the orcs can be changed from consuming the power of the saint to consuming the effective force of the alliance army, which will also cause a lot of damage to morale.
This is a conspiracy, to carry out rotating attacks with multiple frequencies, which will either bring down your holy rank or your army.
There is no way, the orcs have too many armies. In the past, the alliance could rely on the power of holy warriors to suppress them, but now the opponent also has no less than three holy warriors, so the outcome of the war will be Becoming elusive.
"Your Majesty! I'm afraid we won't be able to use the power of the saints in this battle..."
Dustin turned around and bowed to Romell on the high platform behind him.
He immediately explained his guess to the other party, which made the latter frown.
"Teacher, can't they take action... I didn't expect these orcs to have such a mind..."
Romell shook his head, looking slightly disappointed.
He picked up his long sword, inserted a small wand into the set at his waist, and strode down the tower, followed by a large number of soldiers.
"Since Teacher and the others have no way to take action, I have to take the lead in the charge. Dustin, the command here will be left to you. I am going to kill a few orcs with my own hands."
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