At this moment, Ormsk, who has high hopes from Roland, is in the wilderness of the north, accompanied by the cold wind wilderness. A group of passionate cavalry are running wildly in the wilderness of the north.
"Why do these guys settle down in such an inhospitable place?" Ormsk looked at the location marked on the map for a long time and couldn't figure out a reason. Finally, the helpless hero rolled up the map and waved his hand at his subordinates.
The knights ordered a carpet search!
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The Stone Bone Tribe is a small tribe of orcs in the north, with a population of more than a thousand people. Nearly half of the population are young orcs, and the rest are female orcs and children. As for the elderly orcs, almost
No, for half-orcs, ordinary old half-orcs are just a burden to the tribe. Almost no half-orc tribe will leave behind useless old half-orcs.
Thanks to the combat power of nearly half of their young orcs, they are quite successful among small tribes. However, for the development of the tribe, their chief learned from the orc population of Gambada Fortress that there was an attack in the south.
Several human kingdoms, with the autumn harvest around the corner, also hope to go south to join forces, which will make the winter for small tribes like them easier.
"Gather our warriors! Let's go south and plunder those weak humans! Let us tear their flesh and blood to pieces! Robbery their wealth and food! There are even more white human women waiting for us! Warriors of the tribe! Fight!"
The lord of this tribe stood on a stone and roared. His ugly face was ferocious and twisted, and the buck teeth in his mouth were sticking out.
Since all the main human forces north of the Gray Mountains went south to support the Kingdom of Gondor and stayed in the rich south to establish the Kingdom of Rohan, the human power in the entire north declined. The humans in the northern wasteland either migrated further north or went south to seek refuge.
, currently only the Flowich area still has traces of human activity.
"Pack your things and get ready to go!" The half-orc lord waved the broken blade in his hand, his eyes flashing with madness and bloodthirsty.
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"Get ready to fight!" Ormsk looked at the orc camp with smoke rising from the stove and raised his hand.
"They seem to be about to break camp!" Lavian came over and took a look.
"It seems that he still wants to continue going south!" Balder, who had dealt with orcs all day long, saw the intentions of these orcs at a glance.
"Going south? No need, I have already brought people to find them!" Ormsk smiled cruelly, he could already foresee what these poor orcs would become.
"Then kill these bastards! We centaurs can be the vanguard!" Balder licked his lips, his eyes full of excitement. Now the centaur can kill the orcs like a chopping of vegetables! For these two feuding people,
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, but most of the orcs in the north are no longer able to fight against this heavily armed centaur. If the current centaur group fights back regardless of life and death, even Roland will tremble. After all, there are hundreds of them.
A centaur who could rival a knight charged forward and was almost unstoppable on the entire plain!
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"What kind of rotten fish and shrimps are these?" Lavian shook the blood on his sword and looked at the orc camp with corpses everywhere in confusion. Originally, he was strongly opposed to Ormsk's behavior of venturing into the north, but now
All he can say is that it smells really good! After all, he has not escaped the law of true fragrance...
"What harm can these garbage do to us? If Gambada Fortress doesn't take action, the orcs in the entire northern region will not be able to think about it easy! They are just a group of beasts with wooden sticks!" Ormsk snorted disdainfully, and the whole Middle-earth
He can currently focus on the orcs in three areas (because at this time, the "biologist" Saruman has not yet darkened, and the strong orcs of Isengard have not yet been born!), Gambada Fortress, and Dole
The orcs in the Old Fortress of Gordo and the Mordor region are indeed very powerful. There were originally some orcs in Moria, but it is a pity that these poor things in Moria were chopped down by the dwarves in the battle of Azanubizar.
For the most part, the Battle of Gushan had the coalition forces chased Erli with kitchen knives. Not only Azog was chopped down by Roland, but Bolger was also slaughtered! It was already miserable, but in the end, a certain king wanted to do it for his "selfish interests"
Went on an expedition to Moria with the dwarves... These were directly wiped out...
"Well... I think too highly of them..." Lavian admitted. Although these orcs are extremely dangerous to the people, for these fully armed Lagrang cavalry... they are the most rubbish in equipment anyway.
The principality's light cavalry was besieged by several orc soldiers (well... if they can be called soldiers...) and then counterattacked the orcs with almost no injuries. This made Lavian, who was originally about to come forward to rescue, momentarily stunned.
On the spot, he was directly shocked by the poor fighting power of these half-orcs. He never expected that they were all half-orcs, how could the difference in fighting power be so big? You must know that this is a complete half-orc tribe and not those half-orcs.
Stragglers! With such fighting power, Lavian didn’t even know what he was worried about...
"As long as we avoid the army of Gambada Fortress, we can basically run rampant in this place! I think you have seen the equipment of those Orc tribes! This is not true for one or two tribes, but for the entire Northern Orcs
The tribe is so backward! I really don’t understand what there is to be afraid of with an enemy whose armor rate is less than 10%!” Ormsk shrugged and said speechlessly.
"I hope so!" Lavian agreed with Ormsk's words, but he still maintained his cautious character. After all, he could not rule out the fact that there were only a few well-equipped orc tribes in the entire northern border.
"Pack it up! See if there is anything useful!" Ormsk was noncommittal. After all, even if he was really unable to defeat himself, he could still choose to run away. He didn't believe it. Among the entire orcs, except for the wolf cavalry, who could outrun him?
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"Look what I found! Such a big box of gold coins! His Highness the King must like it very much!" Badr came over with two strong soldiers. They carried a heavy box through the gap exposed in the box.
It can be seen that it is full of gold coins! Such a big box is enough to hold ten thousand gold coins! Even the extremely powerful centaur requires two people to lift it, so you can imagine how heavy it is.
"Not bad! There is such a good thing!" Omsk looked happy. No matter where you are, precious metals are hard currency! Just carrying this box of gold coins back will make you not lose money!
"Let's go! After cleaning up, let's continue heading north! It seems that these orcs are not useless!" Ormsk laughed heartily. Fighting these orc tribes is like opening a blind box, and different surprises will pop out at any time!
Ormsk is even more looking forward to the next trip. After all, every tribe always has something in stock, right?