In the eyes of most humans, the Orc Plateau is a magical desert, but for the defenders in the North, this statement is obviously far from the reality. In their eyes, the Orc shamans and witch doctors are very
A headache-inducing spellcasting profession.
The former are good at communicating with elemental spirits, triggering various natural phenomena to launch powerful attacks, or providing auxiliary support to companions. Their spells consume less and have obvious effects. In some aspects, their attack capabilities are not inferior to mages, and their auxiliary capabilities are also no different.
How much worse than priests and paladins.
Moreover, because the shaman is good at cooperating with his companions and has a unique advantage in guiding strategic magic, the earthquake spell is simply the only killer weapon for the orcs to attack the city.
But on the other hand, as a short-legged and fragile legal profession that poses a huge threat and does not have as many life-saving spells as a mage, if the shaman is caught by powerful melee combat...
"We can give him ten seconds to plead for Mother Earth's protection, five seconds to draw his weapon, three seconds to resist or recite a curse, and then use the last second to kill him."
"Fourteen shamans are killed every minute! Please do not kill shamans indiscriminately, and support the Shaman Earth Drift Spell (Random Teleport) Instant Act! And support the cancellation of the shaman profession! - Shaman Self-Rescue Fund
meeting."
Not to mention the obvious shortcomings of single combat power and those random criticisms, the fact that the shaman can be regarded as the first target in the battle actually illustrates his powerful assistance and long-range attack capabilities, which are exactly what the orcs who are good at melee combat lack.
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And if the shaman is the best battlefield combination for the orc warriors, then the witch doctor is the strongest logistics profession. They are good at preparing poisons and antidotes, and are good at all kinds of curses and sorcery. But they are also good at expulsion.
Curse heals the patient.
Although their treatments are somewhat outrageous, after all, whether it's a cold or dizziness, they all use bloodletting therapy, which is really creepy. Although most of the medicinal ingredients they prepare are not even known to them (most of them contain lizards)
Dry powder, dark grass roots and other unexplainable materials), but in the plateau area where there is a lack of medical treatment, it has indeed saved many lives. (The loser has died. Naturally, the dead cannot complain.)
Spellcasting professions are always scarce, especially in the orc tribe.
For the orcs who specialize in muscular warriors, it is difficult to find a tribesman with good brains, not to mention the need for spellcasting talent. In various tribes, these two spellcasting professions are extremely rare and valuable. Shaman and
Witch doctors have a high status in the orc tribe, and there are many who are also chiefs.
But at this time, the precious shaman and medicine man became a handyman, checking up and down the altar, and the angry onlookers even started to beat them with whips.
"Damn! I'm so careful, why did something go wrong?"
Eamonn of the Blood Ax tribe. Blood Ax had a livid face. The sacrifice ceremony was hosted by his own tribe. Most of the elite shamans and witch doctors of the Blood Ax tribe participated in it. Countless sacrifices were used, but in the end it was still
This result is disappointing.
Did it fail? No, not really, at least the little orange-red brilliance that brought warm firelight around the warriors was proof.
Was it successful? Not even so. The frowned brows and troubled faces of the chiefs have said everything, at least the results were far less than expected.
"Sir, the results are out. The blessing should be considered a success. It can indeed protect against the cold, but..."
Even though the old shaman reported this, everyone did not relax, because at the critical moment of the ceremony, the brilliant fire was suddenly interrupted, and the demon king's angry accusations echoed in everyone's ears.
"Such a filthy sacrifice actually wants to get my blessing! False souls actually put it on my altar? You are blaspheming. You are challenging my dignity! I curse you, I curse you that you are about to enter destruction, and you dare to deceive.
The Demon King......"
Discovering that there was something wrong with his sacrifice, the angry Demon Marquis immediately lowered his anger, and the huge flames turned into a flame colossus holding an angry halberd. It began to bring destruction to the camp, and the open Demon's Door further revealed that the Demon
The army is about to arrive.
Fortunately, the old shaman who presided over the ceremony cut off the connection with the Demonic Abyss in time, allowing the Marquise's flame incarnation to return to the elements, and allowing the dimensions to be closed again. Otherwise, it would definitely not be a blessing failure, and the entire camp might not be able to do so.
They will all be destroyed by the angry Demon Marquise.
After all this, he actually said that the ceremony had not failed, and all the chiefs showed expressions of surprise.
"Huh? The blessing didn't fail?"
Eamon was even more surprised. He knew that Eliza was difficult to deal with, and he was already mentally prepared for complete failure.
"The effect of the blessing is not complete. It probably can only provide short-term protection against the cold. Judging from the law of elemental fading, I am afraid that the blessing will fade away in at most thirty days."
Hearing this, all the chiefs breathed a sigh of relief. When the ceremony failed, everyone prepared for the worst. Although the originally expected three months of blessings turned into less than one month, this was already longer than the original best.
Bad plans are so much better.
"Have you found out about the sacrifice? Which tribe dared to cheat at this critical moment! I will hang his chief's head on the flagpole to sacrifice the flag!"
Eamon was very angry. He almost missed this golden opportunity and offended a demon king, which would cause trouble in the future.
Demon Lords are well-known servants, and it's hard to get them if they don't look for trouble. If you want them to contribute, in addition to serving them well, you also have to pay an expensive "appearance fee."
The strongest currency in the lower plane is the soul from the upper plane. In order to please the Marquis of Fire Sea, the sacrifices this time are all the best slaves from each tribe.
The ritual will not fail for no reason. The Demon King is famous for being moody, but he is also famous for his disdain to lie and deceive (he will do it if he sees someone unhappy, and he will grab whatever treasure he wants). Since the Demon King is famous for the sacrifice,
And roaring with dissatisfaction, there is probably something wrong with this batch of sacrifices.
"This..." The old shaman of the Turtle Clan was hesitant, but seeing the chiefs looking at him with doubts on their faces, he knew it was impossible not to say anything, so he could only grit his teeth and say.
"The sacrifices have all been consumed, but the blessing is not complete. If the soul share of the sacrifices is not insufficient, part of the lost power cannot be explained. The sacrifices are gone. There is no way to check this, but from Eliza
Judging from the time when the Lord started to get angry...it happened to be when the sacrifices of the Blood Ax Tribe were being sacrificed!"
Immediately, Eamonn, who had been questioning the shaman with an angry face just now, became speechless. Is there something wrong with his tribe?
The surrounding chiefs looked at Eamon with an unfriendly look in their eyes. They also remembered that the roaring direction of the flaming colossus was not in the direction of the Blood Ax Tribe. Eamon was also so sure that this was not a typical thief shouting to catch the thief.
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Unknowingly, the seeds of discord have been planted. The united tribes mostly rely on their prestige. The successive failures are undoubtedly the biggest blow to Eamonn's prestige. In the eyes of those who are interested, Eamonn has begun to lose his status as a great chief who responds to everything.
, maybe you can replace it yourself.
Regardless of the seemingly peaceful but actually unpredictable chiefs, in fact, after the brief interruption of the sacrifice, a certain will had actually come. Part of the actual sacrifice was withheld and used for other purposes.
At this time, the altar was already in chaos, and among the sacrifices, a fiery red shadow was moving from illusion to reality.
She smelled the cold air that finally had no smell of sulfur, and a smile appeared on her familiar pretty face. Just like the incarnation of the Storm Lady in the City of Rain, the silver-haired female devil secretly descended into the mortal world in the form of an incarnation.
"Master, do you miss me? Are you ready to welcome me? I said I would make a surprise attack."
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In an era when large-scale air combat was not yet possible, the most indispensable factor in ground warfare was terrain advantage.
Kamo's Tears, the former site of Xigang Fortress in the Land of Lan was rebuilt. This super fortress is surrounded by Jedi on both sides. The thick city walls are actually covered with expensive magic alloys. What flows in the moat is special alchemical non-freezing oil. As long as it is surrounded by
Ignite it, and the sea of fire will burn for more than two months before the reserve oil in the fortress's trenches is exhausted.
One-third of the entire Sluwell military force and more than 40% of the Freedmen have been gathered in the city. There are nine large mage towers and more than 30 medium-sized mage towers.
Crossbows can even make people suffer from trypophobia. After more than two hundred years of painstaking efforts, it has become one of the few fortified cities in the mainland.
As an unstoppable fortress, it has tightly locked the pass for hundreds of years. It is said that its establishment was supported by the northern countries and the superpowers of mankind.
Since it was built, the city wall that even giants cannot climb has become a serious problem on the orc plateau. The orcs who lack siege equipment really have no way to defeat it. They only rely on a few flying races and aerial cavalry to conquer such a large scale.
The fortress is simply a dream, even the last orc joint war chief died under the city.
But let me tell you, this was a wrong decision from the beginning.
"Is there a fortress in this world that will never fall? Can you defend against conventional troops, assassinations and forbidden spell bombings by top experts? Putting all resources in one basket is a wrong decision, even if you are
The fortress is impregnable, so I can just go around you. Even if there is no existing road, wouldn't it be enough to open a new road?"
The Macedonian defense line on Earth has proven how stupid this immovable fixed defense line is, but in this world, pan-continental military academies still regard fortress defense as a classic conventional tactic, and Sluwell is also a practitioner of fortress doctrine.
and the beneficiaries, and after this lesson, it is estimated that all military academies will regard this war as an important case study - a stupid negative case of being too superstitious about solid fortresses.
This time, Sluwell had just signed a trade agreement less than a month ago, and the exchange agreement was torn up in an instant. The orcs came without warning and with unusual ferocity.
The God of Earth Elements, Ummdiroken, is much more low-key than his colleagues. He only used a local high-intensity earthquake to change the terrain, giving the plateau a long and narrow exit, and turning the solid fortress into a cave.
Human eyes - decoration.
The orc army directly attacked the hinterland of the Sluwell Kingdom, and then came to a center and divided into four armies to attack various cities. Among them, the Blood Ax Tribe led nearly half of the tribe to directly attack Antuen, the capital of Sluwell.
In order to create more chaos and contain the strength of each lord, hundreds of wolf cavalry regiments began to make raids. In a situation where everyone was in danger, each lord naturally supported his own troops. Less than a month after the war started,
Antuen was already in danger. Sluvel was finished faster than anyone expected.
But at this time, I was a little helpless.
It's not that I don't want to do something, it's just that the first snow to return to the Donglan Principality has come. Even though it was expected, it still comes at the wrong time. There are too many things to do at this time, and it is undoubtedly the most inappropriate time to snow.
Snow time.
The winter in the North is extremely fierce. The heavy snow outside the window has covered the entire Diefende. When you step on it, you can see half a meter of snow. There are no pedestrians on the street at all.
Going out in this kind of weather is a disaster. Not to mention marching, the horses will fall into the snow as soon as they go out, and the rapid hypothermia will cause the precious horses to die inexplicably.
According to the unspoken rules that have gradually formed in the North over the years, when a country is attacked by orcs and other foreign races, other countries will provide certain assistance, or material support. Or simply send troops to assist. In previous years, those who enjoyed this treatment were often
The Principality of Kasomi, but this year it is undoubtedly Sluwell.
But unfortunately, the heavy snowfall that affected most of the northern countries changed everything.
Supplies cannot be delivered, reinforcements are blocked on the road, and the orcs are attacking the city in the snow. This is a desperate situation.
The cruel natural environment is fair to both the enemy and ourselves. In previous years, the day when the mountains were closed by heavy snow was also the agreed day of truce. After all, for soldiers, dying on the battlefield is a long-cherished wish. It is meaningless to think of freezing to death on the battlefield. This is meaningless.
The demise of the commander always makes people want to curse and greet the commander's family.
But fortunately, as the blessing of the Vulcan faded early again, the orcs were forced to begin to shrink their areas of activity and use the cities they had conquered as their base, slowing down the speed of the attack.
In fact, even without Eliza's Vulcan blessing, this war would have broken out much earlier.
On the other hand, while Eliza's name was repeatedly scolded by the top orcs, Eamon and his Blood Ax tribe also suffered from resentment and anger. While their reputation plummeted, they also began to be marginalized by the main force of the coalition.
In a sense, the orc alliance was divided into four and moved forward. This was not only a strategic consideration, but it also showed that Eamon, who did not have enough prestige, could no longer control the situation.
At this moment, the other three chiefs have tribes supporting them. I am afraid who will be the future orc king depends on the results achieved in this war.
Everyone knows that the war cannot wait until next spring. It is impossible for the human countries to watch Antuun fall and Sluwell perish like this. When the snow stops, as long as the Legion can touch it, the war will probably begin.
hour.
And because the war started in the cold winter of the North, it was still a war involving the survival of the race. This war was bound to be extremely cruel, and non-combat attrition was not uncommon.
At this time, I was also busy with military affairs.
"Has news arrived from Hoyle? How is the prospecting going?"
Every gray dwarf is a born good miner. Their innate abilities are the ability to walk underground and the ability to sense gems. Hoyle, the gray dwarf master blacksmith, has a sensitivity to minerals that cannot be matched by other tribesmen.
Whether it is foreign trade or domestic military use, the newly born Donglan's demand for minerals is endless, especially now that many new legions are still using wooden training weapons to make up the numbers, a large number of military weapons will be the result of Donglan's rise
Fundamentally, weapons must start from minerals.
This is simply the lifeline of Donglan's future. Even now when the war breaks out, I still regard it as the first priority.
When I returned to Diefende early due to the war, I left Hoyle and the other gray dwarf blacksmiths to explore for mining in the barbarian territory. If he couldn't find the mining area, there was no hope for the human miners.
"Good news, that mountain range is indeed a rich mining area. Two fine iron, one magic iron, and two gem mining areas have been found. But if they are to be mined, it is not a problem that can be solved in the short term. Mr. Hoyle applied
With the help of heavy machinery and spell casters, he also named the Bea brothers to help him."
"Exploding the mine? It seems to be the only way that can be effective in the short term. Okay, the Baya brothers are sent to help him, but he must pay attention to safety and not conflict with the local barbarians. They all accept death. If you offend once, you will offend for life."
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"Yes, Your Highness, we will convey it. Then, the next important thing is about the number and flag of the new legion..."
The assistants went back and forth, the accumulated military affairs had overwhelmed the desk, and countless troubles appeared one by one.
Even though I have no intention of intervening in government affairs, military affairs alone are a headache.
Whenever this happens, I miss Eliza very much. After all, others can only play a supporting role at most, but Eliza, who I raised by myself, has the same processing power as me and can completely solve all the troubles.
Leave it to her to be lazy.
Well, Eliza is still in the abyss. There is no point in thinking about this. Let's focus on the troubles in front of us first.
"The situation in Antuen is very bad. I'm afraid the city may be broken at any time..."
After all, they were all born from the same source. Even though that country was full of dissatisfaction and displeasure as mentioned before, seeing its destruction now, the young assistant felt a little uneasy.
I nodded, indicating that I understood, but fell into deep thought.
It must be saved. Even though I have a lot of dissatisfaction with the royal family, I still can't do it and just sit back and watch the people of the same origin being massacred. Moreover, once Siluwell completely falls, I am afraid that the next people will be involved in a direct war.
Most likely there is Dong Lan, and Dong Lan is obviously not ready to deal with a full-scale war now.
Although rescue is definitely necessary, how to rescue is very important. It must play a role, win face among the countries, and win the initiative in future diplomacy in the North, but it must not be embellished and pretend to be fat. Wavering is not a big deal.
Rich Donglan family background.
After a long time, I finally made a decision.
"Send a letter to Antuen. If Donglan, a neutral country, wants to participate in the war, he must use sufficient reasons to let them actively and openly ask for help. By the way, he must also apply to the Church of the Gods. Well, that is, let them
We send troops to help them resist the invasion, so that the Sleepless One will recognize the necessity and justice of this war, and then we can send troops."
"Didn't you say that I was a fake not long ago? You accused Dong Lan of being a fraud, and you even announced it to all the kingdoms and churches. I just want to see how you made your face swollen. Well, the previous disclosure, let me
All countries are aware of Donglan's new system, and the following paragraph will be left to that Fimul Kasuo 'His Majesty the King'."
Since you want me to help save lives, just bow your head and reflect, and let me eat everything I sprayed out before!
I am not worried at all that Fimul will not bow his head. After all, Antoun's current situation is very bad. Many people will become more honest in the face of life.
"Hmph, what a wonderful irony. Just now you called me a fake, and now you turn around and ask for help from the fake. The ones who finally come to take action are probably the 'Demon Legion' they call me."
After thinking about it for a moment, under the current conditions, the main force most suitable for rescue is still my undead army that is not afraid of the cold. In the previous announcement, those guys were directly called the demon army. The words were powerless and...
The contempt is even more undisguised.
"Such a good winter hunting opportunity cannot be wasted. It can be used to train troops. Each knight will bring me two followers and let the young men get ready. We will set off as soon as the snow stops!"
