Half-orc coolies have low intelligence, short stature, and obviously thin horny skin. They cannot provide much defense, and they have no bloodrage talent. Half-elf archers like to shoot unarmored targets like this. But there's no denying that half-orc coolies and fighters look alike. They were mixed together, and when they charged in groups, it was difficult for the half-elf archers to distinguish who was the coolie and who was the fighter.
Based on his past military combat experience, Bottom thought that the orc warriors would use coolies to cover themselves, but the fact surprised him.
The charge formations of these Outland Orcs can be said to be distinct. More than 1,000 coolies rushed at the front of the team, and more than 200 fighters fell behind, trying their best to maintain the charge formation of the coolies, while a dozen orc butchers stopped midway through the charge. Their position was just outside the effective range of the ballistae, more than 300 meters away from the city wall, and they stood dispersedly, yelling and commanding the orc warriors to drive the coolies into battle.
Seeing this situation, Bottom immediately believed in Wiltok's judgment. The orc leader tried to use coolies to consume the arrows and crossbows and physical strength of the Braun garrison, and reduce the mouths of the orcs to eat. This seems to indicate from the side that the food of the orcs and barbarians alliance cannot sustain a battle for too long.
Bottom immediately modified his previous order and sent a store clerk who acted as a herald, asking the half-elf archers to hold steady until the half-orc warriors entered the effective range of the crossbow, and then focused fire on them.
The problem was that the defenders of Braun Town had little way to comply with the temporarily revised instructions and make tactical adjustments. They knew that it was impossible for the orcs to climb the 20-meter-high city wall, but they still couldn't help but shoot at the enemy at the front.
Set fire?
How many people focus on one goal?
Who is the target of the fire?
These questions won't be clear for a while. It would be much easier to just shoot out the arrows, crossbows and javelins.
I don't know who made the first move, but an arrow flew out of the city wall and shot through the neck of an orc coolie. It fell on the snow, knocking over another group of coolies. The half-elf archers seemed to have received a signal. For a moment, arrows filled the sky like locusts, rushing towards the place where the orcs were densest.
The sharp arrow hit the body of the orc coolie, bringing out a shower of blood. They screamed and wailed, and instinctively grabbed the arrow shaft, trying to pull out the arrow that was soaked in their bodies, but they were knocked over and trampled by their companions behind them. With the orc's physique, one or two arrows may not be fatal, but if he falls to the ground, he will basically be unable to get up.
Vertok looked down from the tower and saw that the mass charge of the orcs was interrupted. The coolies at the front were hit by arrows and fell down. The ones behind pushed forward again and were shot by sharp arrows. They repeated the actions of their companions. Bad luck. The rain of arrows thrown by the half-elf archers was like an invisible wall, standing between the orcs and the city wall, making it impossible for them to cross the restricted area.
He frowned and muttered to himself in confusion: "Why don't the orcs disperse?"
Bottom said from the side: "Coolies are stupid. They always think that they are powerful if they have companions around them. When they are scared, they will run away collectively, but they still don't know how to break up and run... Humph, a bunch of rabble."
Vertok wasn't sure whether the innkeeper was cursing the orcs or the half-elf guards on the city wall.
"Of course, it's not easy to turn when a group is charging. When I first joined the army, I thought about lying on the ground and pretending to be dead when my commander ordered me to charge. In fact, as long as I ran with the team, Whether you lie down or turn around and run away, your death will only be more ugly... Be careful! The orc warrior is about to throw a throwing axe, so squat against the female wall!" Bottom chatted and suddenly yelled.
The orc warriors following the coolies were already within 100 meters of the city wall. They took out throwing axes polished with stones, and with their powerful explosive power, they threw the axes directly onto the city wall. The throwing distance was actually longer than the effective range of a war bow. Be far away.
Hundreds of flying axes rotating at high speed smashed down on his head and face. Even if they were made of stone, their lethality was staggering. Screams and curses suddenly sounded from the city wall. However, Bottom had instructed the half-elves in advance on how to avoid the flying axes of the orcs. Except for a few people who were usually free and undisciplined and did not obey orders, the vast majority of the guards crouched under the bunker in time and were not hit by the flying stone axes. And the screams and curses of those unlucky ones who were hit were loud enough, so it was probably no big deal.
No matter what, more than 700 condescending half-elf crossbowmen were overwhelmed by more than 200 orcs. Although Bottom had expected this situation, he was still very angry at this rabble.
No matter how good a commander is, without qualified soldiers under his command, everything is just talk. Besides, Bottom is not an excellent commander either.
Of course, the half-orc fighters are no better than the half-elf guards in Braun Town. They are aggressive by nature, and throwing throwing axes has a farther range than bows and crossbows. It can be seen that the half-elf archers are huddled behind the female wall, so they stupidly rush forward with the coolies.
By the time all the throwing axes they carried were thrown out, these orc warriors had rushed to a position 60 meters away from the city wall and entered the effective killing range of the crossbows.
A half-orc warrior with red skin was groping around on his body, trying to find another throwing axe, but was hit in the thick neck by a flying arrow. The Orc fighter turned his head angrily and was hit by another arrow in his forehead, and then in his chest and abdomen.
The red light on the horny skin quickly faded, and the half-orc warrior panicked and turned around to escape. A sharp feather arrow pierced the back of his neck, and the sharp arrowhead came out from the throat. Before it fell, arrows were inserted into its lower back and back of its head. The orc fighter was really dead this time.
"Wil, you shot beautifully!" Bottom said while shooting with a military crossbow, he did not forget to praise Vertok.
On the tower, Wiltok held his breath, raised his fine war bow again, and aimed at the next target.
He had just discovered that the Orc Warrior's Bloodrage talent had a defense effect of reducing damage by 30%-40%. When receiving continuous blows, the power of blood rage will quickly fade away; when the half-orc warrior is timid, the power of blood rage will fade quickly. He can kill an orc fighter with almost seven feather arrows, and the combat breathing method combined with the wolf combat skills and dexterous hands talent allows him to quickly shoot 8 sharp arrows in the blink of an eye, and the arrows can hit within 60 meters. The goal.
This level of shooting skills has reached the level of a third-level archer, but is this the limit of Wiltok?
Bottom is not sure, but he knows that Wiltok's basic strength is not inferior to that of a third-level physique professional. Vertok is not yet an awakened being, possessing bottomless potential. If Vertok belongs to the family of adventurers, it doesn't matter if the Braun Town stronghold is lost, they can still stand up again and go further and climb higher!
There were dozens of professional archers on the city wall. They were all perfect marksmen and used their abilities to the extreme. Those Orc warriors suddenly became living targets. Two of the fourth-level archers aimed specifically at the eye sockets of the orc warriors, killing them with one arrow.
The orc warriors collapsed. They turned and ran back, and the coolies who had rushed under the corner also ran away. This time, the half-elf archer controlled himself and finally did not waste arrows and crossbows on the half-orc coolies.
The orcs scurried out of the range of their crossbows, leaving corpses on the snow beside the city wall.
At the end of the battle, Braun's garrison killed about 200 orc coolies on the spot, shot and killed 31 orc fighters, and wounded countless orcs. On the Braun Town side, only six half-elf shooters were injured by the ejected axes. They were protected by armor and had almost no battle damage.
This battle can be said to be a complete victory, and cheers echoed from the city walls.
Bottom was infected by the joyful atmosphere and said happily: "Our soldiers need this kind of encouragement..." He immediately sighed quietly. The initiative on the battlefield was still in the hands of the orcs and barbarians, and the situation was not stable. It didn't change because of a victory, but instead became more severe.
In the dark night, the barbarians did not stop firing crossbow bolts at the city wall of Braun Town. Bottom tried to organize the professionals and pull out the large crossbow bolts nailed to the city wall. As a result, hundreds of orcs came over and used throwing axes to attack the professionals who were hung by ropes outside the city wall.
Those professionals were extremely agile. They escaped back to the city wall in time and were not injured, but they were unable to continue the task of pulling out the nails. The orcs were smarter this time. They forced the professionals back and ran back, always lingering three hundred meters away, monitoring every move on the city wall.
At such a long distance, even the fourth-level archer warriors have no good way to deal with them. A sophisticated longbow can penetrate steel armor within 150 meters. It can barely reach targets more than 200 meters away by using projectile skills, but the power of the arrows is limited. Big discounts. As for the ballista, hitting a target 300 meters away just depends on luck. The fourth-level archer with the eagle eye ability tried twice with the ballistae, but was so angry that he wanted to smash the ballistae.
The barbarian crossbows were not idle, and the "bang" and "bang" sounds of the steel crossbows penetrating the city wall were like the footsteps of death, making everyone's heart heavy.
The next morning, Wiltok discovered that there were finally two "steps" on the city wall that the enemy could climb. If the orcs could only stay in these two places, they would not be able to attack them no matter how large their numbers were, but this was not a good sign after all.
Deputy Captain Huck, a professional blacksmith in Braun Town, had an idea. He hung cotton cloth soaked in kerosene on a giant crossbow bolt and continued to burn it. After the crossbow bolt inserted into the wall was red-hot and soft, he used a long hook to handle it. They are pulled to bend and form a smaller angle with the wall.
Wiltok couldn't help but look at Vice Captain Hack with admiration. He recalled a sentence in his memory: No one's wisdom should be underestimated. A qualified leader should be good at exploring the potential of his subordinates and listen to their opinions.
Was I a leader before?
Wiltok suddenly felt that he was so powerful, and he was a little smug.
The orcs saw a fire burning here, but their reaction was relatively slow, perhaps because they did not know how to forge iron. It was not until after communicating with the barbarian warriors that they sent coolies and fighters to attack the city wall of Braun Town. However, this was of no use. It was just a repeat of yesterday's situation, charging in groups, leaving dozens of corpses behind, and then escaping back.
Today, the orcs charged back and forth several times, and more than 200 coolies were shot and killed. Vertok could see that the orcs were making progress in their futile battle. Their warriors no longer crossed the 100-meter limit, but stayed outside the range of their crossbows, attacking the half-elf archers on the wall with throwing axes.
Needless to say, the attack effect of the throwing axe, the orc fighter at least showed a certain degree of discipline. Even if one of their companions is shot in two by a powerful ballistae, they will not escape easily.
Vertok didn't know what the orcs and barbarians were thinking, but the corpses of hundreds of orc coolies lying in the snow with no one to collect them gave him an indescribable feeling in his heart.
More than four hundred coolies curled their bodies, covered in snowflakes in silence, revealing the silent cruelty and sadness.
Bottom's expression was heavy and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "The leader of this group of orcs is quite ruthless..."
Wiltok nodded and said in a mysterious way: "He has a string in his heart."
"String? What string?" Bottom turned around and asked.
Wiltok thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I can't tell clearly, but I think the Orc leader needs a big victory to loosen the string, otherwise he will suffer backlash..."
The hotel owner was about to ask more questions when the clerk ran over panting and said excitedly: "Boss, Max is back and is in the hotel."
Bottom was overjoyed immediately, hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "If I can't leave the city wall, you can call Max over and don't let anyone else know."
Not long after, the scout captain disguised as a store clerk quietly came to Bottom and whispered with a smile: "Boss, I'm back."
Bottom looked at the dark hunter carefully and found that his hands and feet were intact and his face was red. He didn't look like he was injured. He finally punched him with confidence and said angrily: "We all thought you died outside!"
"Bah! I'm very good. Even if you old guy dies, I won't die." Max sarcastically said mercilessly, and then couldn't help laughing with Bottom.
"How's it going? What have you found after wandering outside for so many days?" The hotel owner asked with concern, his eyes shining.
"It's all bad news." The top scout of the Adventurer's House put away his cynical smile and said calmly: "The Orcs from the Outer Territory have mobilized their troops, and I have space for activities on the other side of Lake Braun. I found that the population of this tribe is far away. Far beyond our expectations. I made a rough estimate and found that they have at least more than 13,000 people. They are a very large orc tribe."
"The mother of the orcs has moved to the plantation, which means that their main army has moved towards Braun Town. In addition, on the other side of the lake, there are about 5,000 orcs who have also gathered together. They can attack the barbarian tribes. , can support the battle here at any time."
"In addition, my men went around to the forest to the west of the back gate of Braun Town for reconnaissance. Sure enough, they found an ambush consisting of 600 orc fighters lurking in the forest to the west. It seemed that they were preparing to ambush and evacuate from the back gate of the town. people."
Bottom looked dejected, but he still persisted and asked, "Do you think they have a lot of food?"
Max smiled bitterly and said: "Boss, I've tried my best, but I really don't know about this problem."
Bottom was silent for a long time, barely pulling himself together, and ordered the secret hunter: "Detect a relatively safe retreat path as soon as possible. If necessary, we can only find a way to break out. As for the old, weak, women and children in the town... ...There’s nothing we can do about it, only one can escape.”
"Weir, when the time comes, we will protect you and evacuate together."
Wiltok was distracted, and the "Knowledge Puzzle" connected the intelligence brought back by Max with some of the things Mayor Myne said. All the clues gradually became clear, and he murmured: "I understand..."
"Understand what?" the hotel owner asked expectantly.
Vertok ignored him and asked the dark hunter: "Max, do you see many orc coolies?"
Max scratched his head and said: "I also find it strange that there are not many coolies among the orcs in the outer world. Logically speaking, the coolies in the orc tribe must account for at least half of the total population, but they are more low-level fighters."
"That's right." Wiltok smiled confidently, nodded and said: "The leader of the Orcs in the Outer Domain is preparing for the war that follows...the war with the regular army of Fallen Leaf City."
"Then what? What does this have to do with us?"
Wiltok looked at the hotel owner and said softly: "We can ask them to let us go... I have an idea, move all the food to the wall in front, and prepare the kerosene... Max, get out Once there, keep an eye on the orc ambush at the back door. If you find them moving to the front door, come back and report in time. Then, the old, weak, women and children in the town can escape through the back door, and we can wait."
"wait?"
"Well, when the orcs attack the city wall, we will break out from the back door and then find a way to escape the pursuit of the orcs and barbarians!"
"What if the orc ambush doesn't move?"
"Then burn all the food."
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In the snowy pine forest, ten brothers from the Split Rock tribe gathered together. One of the butchers said in a rough voice: "Quil, you let the coolies die, and the Mothers are very angry. They said that if you don't stop, the curse of the Earth Mother will fall on your head... I see, You'd better go talk to the eldest mothers and find a way to calm their anger and resentment."
Quel'n'gla is like a silent volcano, and no one knows that his inner worries and anger have nowhere to vent. Not even his nine brothers could understand his thoughts.
The ten brothers of the Split Rock Tribe are not real brothers, but assistants promoted by Quel'n'Gara on the way. Some of the ten butcher brothers died in the battle, and several of them have been replaced. The ten brothers of the Quail Ngla's Rock Tribe were maintained just to prove one thing.
Since being elected as the leader by the Great Mothers of the tribe and leading the migration of the Rock Split Tribe, Quel'n'Gara has found that he has become smarter and stronger. He defeated one opponent after another, conquered one tribe after another, and the changes became more and more obvious. His strength and wisdom are enough to command more than 10,000 orcs. The ten brothers who were entrusted with important tasks by him also rapidly increased their strength in a short period of time, far surpassing other butchers.
Quel'n'Gara believed that as his tribe grew, so would his abilities. This is definitely a gift from the Earth Mother, so he must never let the Rock Split Orcs disperse into small tribes again.
However, relying solely on conquest and plunder, the Split Rock Tribe has reached its limit and is on the verge of collapse. Even if he stopped to cultivate his health and herd wild boars now, he would not be able to change the fate of the tribe's division. Because, just by herding pigs, the Split Rock tribe cannot support more than 10,000 orcs.
After arriving at Lake Braun, Quail Engla discovered barbarians who knew how to farm and saw an opportunity to change their destiny.
During the migration, the weak coolies kept falling behind. The Great Mothers were happy that Quel'n'gla decided to take root in the Lake Braun basin, and they prepared to replenish the number of orc coolies.
The damsels will not understand that if the Crack Rock tribe merges with the Lake Braun barbarians, coolies will be useless and the pups they will give birth to will become more of fighters.
What's more, if the Split Rock Tribe wants to stay in Lake Braun, which is rich in water and grass, they have to face two powerful enemies. One is the Blackfire Tribe and the other is the Disa Half-Elf Alliance.
Quel'n'Gara did not believe that Split Rock could defeat either of these two opponents, nor did he need to defeat them, as long as he gained their recognition.
In order to do this, Split Rock must first gain the support of the Barbarians of Lake Braun. Therefore, the hands of the local barbarians must be stained with the blood of half-elves.
The counterattack of the Disa Half-Elf Alliance is foreseeable, and Quel'ngra is not sure yet whether Split Rock will get the acquiescence of the Blackfire Warchief. But he was willing to block the fate of the Split Rock Tribe. The worst outcome would be nothing more than wandering again.
With the strength of the Cracked Rock Tribe, it would be easy for Quel'n'Gara to take over the small half-elf stronghold of Braun Town. But he had to ensure that the barbarians would massacre the half-elves inside, and he also had to prepare for the subsequent war.
Quel'Engara knew that only by defeating the regular half-elf army could the Rock Break tribe be qualified to take root in Lake Braun.
It is necessary to reduce the number of barbarian coolies, otherwise the tribe's food reserves will not be able to support a real war.
Can stupid coolies know how to farm?
If they cannot learn to farm, they will be useless except to waste food and slow down the warriors.
"I will go talk to the damsels, but today we still have to let the coolies attack the city." Quel'ngra said, his eyes suddenly condensed, "Huh? What are the half-elves doing?"
On the city wall hundreds of meters away, a half-elf opened a large bag with a dagger, letting the melon powder inside pour out, then threw the bag off the city wall, and threw a torch to light the bag containing grain.
The smell of burning grain could be smelled by Quel'ngra from afar. He immediately pointed to the bag under the city wall and said, "Send the fighters over and pick up that bag for me."
After a while, a group of orc warriors dropped several corpses and delivered half-burned bags to the chief.
Quel'ngra grabbed a handful of burnt melon powder and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it, and said: "Ingrid said that the food in Braun Town is enough to feed 1,000 half-elves for two years. If it is burned, It only takes a while... Hehe, in that case, let all the fighters lurking in the west come back, and I will take down Braun Town today!"
