No matter how long the dark night is, it will pass. After the cold winter, it is destined to be the spring when all things revive.
But sometimes, the morning after a long night brings not hope but despair. The world decorated with heavy snow is not always so beautiful. Sometimes, it makes those corpses that froze to death in the long night even more shocking.
When the first glimmer of dawn came to an end, people who had been fighting in the dark for half the night realized that this torturous night had reached its end, but those who could see that glimmer of dawn were lucky enough to be called the favor of fate.
Son.
Under the crazy increase of troops of the orc army regardless of losses, the inner city has been lost, and all the human defenders have retreated to the last third line of defense, which is a temporary defense built with sandbags and earth walls. This is also the city
The last lifeline.
The catapults outside the city have ceased firing. From such a long distance, they simply cannot maintain the accuracy of their shooting range. However, the cessation of vision and heavy snow has allowed the orcs' sky knights to fly into the blue sky again.
It seemed that the orcs had already locked up the victory, but at this time, the orc king Eamon Bloodaxe was not at all happy about having the victory in hand. Instead, his face was full of exhaustion.
"...more than 70% of the warriors were lost, and countless were seriously injured. Only two of the chiefs who went in came back, and they were all seriously injured. Among them, Lord Hamar had already died in the previous siege.
Now, Lord Wen, Wolf King Sostro, and Lord Londe have all died in the battle, and Lord Kargma has also disappeared, probably..."
Each piece of bad news made Eamon even more hesitant, but no one could blame him, because the bandage on his right arm, which was chopped off at shoulder height, was still bleeding. Eamon, who had lost one hand, was also seriously injured.
As the chief of the United Tribes, he has no obligation to avoid fighting. He was able to survive not only because of his outstanding personal combat prowess, but also because he was lucky enough.
Regardless of that era, the brutal Hong Kong war was the most deadly and dangerous. Legendary warriors may die suddenly in the melee. A sudden hidden arrow and flying stone may bring down a holy mage. The dark night and
The heavy snowfall exacerbated all this chaos.
"I finally made it to daybreak."
Eamon's sigh made the survivors nod in agreement. In the night battle, those who were unlucky would escape with a stray bullet, while those who were slightly more lucky would probably be able to see their opponents before falling to the sword.
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And the cunning and scheming Chief Wen of the Fox Tribe was a typical example of lack of luck. He was hit by a stray bullet from his own sling. The two who died with him were his two guards. The scene
Horrible.
In fact, unknowingly, the red-eyed orcs committed a taboo in siege warfare, which is "never force your opponent to have no way out."
Surrounding the Three Ques is not a patent for other worlds. It gives the opponent a possibility to escape, and it also provides a buffer for oneself to avoid being forced by the beast to perish together.
On that night, the heavy snow and the besieging orcs blocked all escape routes. Human beings had no way to retreat, and there was no possibility of escape. Dogs in a hurry would jump over the wall, so how could those well-trained people from all walks of life do it?
There is no value in sitting and watching your own death.
"If you still can't escape death in the end, then at least you must fall like a warrior, and at least be able to drag one opponent to die with you!"
The coalition soldiers who were pushed to the limit unleashed an astonishing combat power. The fear of the city being destroyed eventually turned into hatred for their old enemy. Their courage and the most important geographical advantage in street fighting made the battle loss ratio of both sides begin to change.
, the orcs suffered heavy losses.
As for the support from the rear, Amyra's Death Garden is still creating death traps one after another. The human warriors who raided the houses were able to kill at least one to save their capital. Ursine Lund's encounter was not the first, nor the last.
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However, the support of the orcs had already stopped. When the battle entered a melee in the night, their rough-style siege weapons had become a powerful weapon that could be used to kill enemies regardless of the era. They were accidentally killed by their own friendly forces.
They are all the most unacceptable ways to die.
Large-scale sorcery and strategic magic? If you use these if the visual range is less than ten meters, the chances of killing yourself and the enemy are about half.
What's even more terrible is the silent and fatal cold. In this ghostly weather where dripping water turns into ice, damage to cold-proof clothing is fatal, not to mention wounds.
The extreme cold numbed the soldiers' sense of pain. Small wounds that were easily ignored in the snow would not be infected, but the loss of blood and physical strength was the most fatal. If not discovered and treated in time, walking
Too many people fell down suddenly.
When the northern human coalition was forced into a desperate situation, the orcs also pushed themselves into a desperate situation. The long list of the dead was extremely shocking. It can be said that there were heavy casualties. Every family wore filial piety, and about 70% of the tribes had to fight after the war.
Reorganized.
The current losses alone can declare the orcs' ambition to return to the hinterland of the Central Plains failed. Even if they finally win, they will still need a long period of recuperation.
But if Eamon and the orcs were given a choice, even if they knew about the unacceptable loss in advance, they would probably still make the same decision.
"Victory is right in front of us. If we take them down, we will be the new masters of Northland!"
When the key victory or defeat point appeared, how could the orcs let it go?
However, if this strategic goal of seizing the hegemony of the North was placed three months ago, I am afraid that it would have been ridiculed as lacking ambition and courage. After all, at that time, the orcs were bent on returning to the land of their ancestors and fighting against San Antonio.
Unconsciously, the harsh facts gave the orcs a blow. Their current strategic goal is to occupy the entire northern land.
Nowadays, the orcs no longer have the ambition to conquer all human countries. Only the seemingly weak northern countries and the reinforcements from San Antonio have forced them to this point. They have lost the courage to challenge the human super empire.
Of course, there are still some errors on this point. After this war, I am afraid that all countries will re-evaluate the combat power of the Northland, especially the amazing combat power of the Donglan Principality in this war. I am afraid that no matter how harsh it is,
Military commentators would not label it as a weak country.
The knight princess Renee, the new era magic swordsman Four Spirit Swordsman, the giant self-destructing war puppet Roland Titan, the floating battleship Northern Lights, and the battlefield reaper Leeroy. Each of them is a brand new concept and war weapon. It will definitely make the Arashi Kingdom anew.
Rise in the North.
Military strength also represents the right to speak in diplomacy and politics. With the strength shown in this war, Roland's Lan Alliance (Lan League for short) also has the possibility of being pushed into reality.
On another level, when the news came out that the veteran tycoon Oomdiroch was forced into a desperate situation in his hometown, Roland Lan, a familiar name, was bound to emerge after being silent for more than a hundred years.
Once again attracted new attention.
Of course, the premise is that they survive the disaster in front of them.
"The orcs are here again..."
The breath I exhaled brought out white mist. I shook the holy sword to myself, and the blood stains fell off, and the sword body, which never wore out, became clean again.
For the northern human coalition forces that have endured a hard night of fighting, neither dawn nor snow is good news. This means that the orcs can reorganize, and those damn aerial cavalry and siege equipment can also be restarted, and maybe they can get a period of time.
There is time to breathe, but the subsequent general attack will be the final battle that ends with the total destruction of one side.
The movable medium-sized catapult was slowly pushed into the city, and the bloody elite soldiers bandaged their wounds. They looked at everything in front of them with high vigilance, even if the wind blew the shabby curtains, they would be disturbed.
Veterans who survived the bloody night threw their own spears.
At the same time, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, "Black Bear" An Yinluo, was behind me, or perhaps, lying not far behind me.
The orcs didn't just charge head-on. The cat-man assassin found the headquarters. Even though the rescue was timely, he survived by chance. The one-eyed general was completely blind at this time. He was stabbed three times in the right abdomen and was seriously injured all over his body.
He couldn't get up at all,
But fortunately, he no longer needs to command. All he has to do is struggle to shout one word:
"hold fast!"
"Hold on...we have no retreat! If we want to survive, we just need to kill all these savage beasts!"
"Hold on. Behind us are the wounded, orphans and children!"
"Hold on! If we lose this war, our country is not ready for war yet, and they will lose their land! Our families will also be involved in this endless war."
Yes, stick to it. When the war reaches this point, there is no need for any strategy or deployment, only the implementation of the will is enough.
"hold fast!"
If one block is lost? A new line of defense has been prepared for the next block.
A makeshift defensive wall has been bulldozed? The next wall has been erected.
A regiment was massacred, and there was a gap in the defense line? The old man and woman, who had just been civilians, picked up the weapons on the ground and silently filled the gap.
"Perhaps the end of mankind and its defeat will eventually come, but you beast barbarians! Want to seize this city and open up a passage to the northern countries? Let the blood of the warriors here be shed first."
The young men with sullen faces told the arrogant orcs with practical actions without any unnecessary words what the people of the North were and what the Lan tribe was.
"Winter has arrived, but haven't we northerners already been used to winter? No matter how cold the winter is, it's not that hard. If we endure it, huddle together for warmth, and play with the dogs, won't spring be here?"
Even though he could no longer see it, An Yinluo still smiled contemptuously. The "dog" in his words was referring to the "dog". Judging from the laughter of the soldiers, it was self-evident.
When the morning sun rose a little higher, judging from the sound of footsteps and the sound of catapult wheels at the corner, the last moment had arrived.
At this time, even I have no choice. All the chips have been pressed. Antun is too far away to rely on. Anne's army has been sent by me to intercept those dark elves. Ciro's reinforcements have been there since the beginning.
Those new weapons of war that are not within my control have also been used, and all the cards in my hand have been played.
"Damn Ummdiroch! If it hadn't been for him..."
Omdiroch's final blow has indeed hit our vital point. If Red Maple City falls here, I will never be able to recover.
"Hey, if the war can drag on for ten days..."
But unfortunately, there are no what-ifs on the battlefield. There are so many famous generals who have been defeated in a moment. Accidents and misfortunes always accompany losers. Heaven and hell are often just a little bit apart.
I picked up the Holy Sword and stood up. After "Renee" unexpectedly left, I temporarily took over the position of the middle-level commander, but at this point, I even used the other two summons of the Holy Sword.
, but still can't do anything.
"My diligence and temperance are dead, damn moon elves! Only their natural control ability can be so disgusting!"
The green-haired witch was a little embarrassed. Her magic power was also exhausted in this war, and two of the seven treasured virtues (now only three) were killed in the battle. It seems that she has been pushed to the limit.
Moon elves were originally the priest race of the Elf Empire. They were good at communicating with gods and true gods, and used various powerful divine spells with the help of the power of gods.
The original patron saint of the moon elves was the patron saint of the forest. The natural priests, who have controlled and manipulated the divine power of the forest for thousands of years, are best at sowing seeds and controlling the forest. It is their bounden duty to conceptually erase unnatural and deformed plants.
Therefore, when the opponent was a natural priest like Atrian, Amyra had encountered a natural enemy and suffered a big loss.
"Senior Emila..."
The meticulous hair in the past has become scattered. Her eyes are full of red light and bloodshot eyes, and the witch who has not slept all night has become even more frightening.
"If the orcs come up again later, just leave. I don't believe you have no way to escape."
"Of course, I can leave anytime I want, don't you? Don't tell me that you plan to die with the city like a stupid knight."
"Me? I am the immortal Roland, how could I die here?"
"Hmph, I'm a 'super-willful witch in a stormy mood', so why would I listen to your orders? Now I've lost my temper, and I'm going to fight with those beasts and barbarians today."
"Haha, do you think I'm useless without pets? Let me show you what a melee-type master is!"
From this point of view, Amy with her sleeves rolled up looked a bit like the fierce senior schoolmate back then. I shook my head, but there were some words that I still had no words to say.
"Eliza?"
"Heloise is ready, but she wants me to give you a message, 'Don't use that unless absolutely necessary, otherwise, your efforts will be in vain.'"
I still prepared the last trump card, but at this time, the only thing that can make a comeback in this desperate situation is the ultimate forbidden spell of undead magic - the natural disaster of the undead!
But as long as this super forbidden spell is used, which is expressly prohibited by all countries in the mainland, all the corpses around me will turn into mindless low-level undead. This is completely different from when I issued a death call to the dead. Those who responded to my call back then
, are the dead who are unwilling to remain silent, and the ones controlled by the 'Disaster of the Undead' are brainless undead who are permanently bloodthirsty.
This is compulsory and permanent slavery, and it is also a desecration of the warrior's corpse. Who knows, the warriors around me will immediately turn their guns and attack me, the evil necromancer.
If once used, the statement "the undead does not represent evil" will directly go bankrupt. I am afraid that the Lan Alliance plan will be completely over. The Donglan Principality may also be regarded as a new axis of evil and suffer a series of diplomatic isolation.
At that time, it was us who won the war and lost the profits.
"Nothing is better than complete destruction. If this bit of bone and blood is broken, there will be no hope."
But after hearing such words, Eliza pushed up her glasses and said nothing, but from the corners of her lowered eyes, she seemed a little unhappy and lack of energy.
"What's wrong?"
"Why didn't you ask me if I could escape? Why didn't you advise me to escape."
Well, she angrily vented her resentment. The angry Eliza was really cute. She certainly didn’t want to escape alone, but Bucha didn’t get her share of care. At least, in name, Roland
Still Eliza's boyfriend.
I shook my head. Based on my understanding of Eliza, there was no need to say more nonsense like this in the first place.
"What's the point of asking? Didn't you say you would always follow me, no matter it's the River Styx or Hell, why are you going back on your word?"
As soon as the words fell, the dark clouds turned into sunny skies, and the girl smiled very sweetly.
"No, I will never regret it. Then let us fight to the death together. I will fish you out of the River Styx."
The weird dialogue seems to have no logic, but it is very likely to be a fact that is about to happen. Perhaps, the emotional life of the immortal is just such a curiosity.
Watching the cloudy weather turn sunny, I secretly wiped my sweat.
After looking at Amila, who suddenly became unhappy again, and feeling Eliza's gaze behind me, I suddenly realized that I was finally turning around? Is it really me who said these words like a winner in life? But...
"Why do I start to suddenly change my mind every time when I'm about to die? Could it be that I'm destined to shout out before I die, 'After this battle, I'll go back to my hometown and get married'" After I get off the battlefield, I'll be with you
xxFarewell' the unlucky guy."
"Hey, hey, hey, I don't want to be at my memorial service where beauties shed tears and say their last confession - in fact, I like you..."
But the familiar footsteps not far away disrupted my thoughts, and the final battle finally came.
Surprisingly, the person leading the queue was not an orc, but a familiar figure. That slender figure and light footsteps belonged only to elves.
"Atryon!"
Yes, even if he transforms into a gray-blooded elf, even if the years have left traces on him, I will never forget that familiar face. After all, it was this arrogant and arrogant racist elf who gave me a finishing blow back then.
who.
But at this time, my cheap disciple didn't look very good. Two axe-wielding orcs escorted him forward, chattering as if they were planning to do something.
"Persuading you to surrender? Is it useful to say this at this time?"
The speculation in my ears seems to have some truth, but there can only be one owner of the northern land, and the deep hatred that has been forged can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy. It is impossible to persuade them to surrender from the beginning.
But judging from Atrian's slowly moving lips, I was surprised.
"Quick, kill him!"
But above the sky, the dark divine light has descended, and the forbidden ritual has directly entered its final chapter.
