At the foot of the hill, the army had just experienced a defeat and lost its commander, so it seemed a little confused.
Smollett even had to direct it himself, which made the situation better.
Smollett directed the witch doctor to treat the wounded and redistributed the team, so he had some free time.
Immediately, he saw Lumsden Bonefire sneaking under the mountain.
Suddenly, he felt annoyed.
This guy can't help at all, but he becomes very active every time he divides the spoils.
He also liked to bring a bunch of skeletons dangling in front of him, which made Smollett very dissatisfied.
Especially when Smollett learned from the hero just now that he lost 2,300 soldiers in this battle, and another 500 or 600 were seriously injured.
His anger had been suppressed to the extreme.
"Ramsden! You damn guy, where were your troops just now? Is this how you cooperated in the battle, hiding behind like a dark rat?"
"I really want to cut open your brain and see what's inside!"
Smollett grabbed his collar and shook him hard, his eyes almost bursting with fire.
Lumsden Bonefire is a young undead, who looks thin even among the undead. He wears a pair of copper glasses, like a scholar.
But at this time, he was mentioned by Smollett like a poor pimp.
Ramsden struggled feebly, but the power gap between the two sides made Ramsden look so powerless.
The undead heroes under Ramsden wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were stopped by the more numerous orc generals.
But the orc lords watched the joke and saw this undead boy suffering, which was obviously good fun.
"Wait, wait..." Ramsden reluctantly grabbed the opponent's arm, but was unable to stop him.
Lumsden had an idea flash in his mind and finally shouted out.
"Wait a minute, Commander!"
Smollett grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, "Chicken, what do you want to say? If you want to beg for mercy, wait until I beat you up before you say it!"
Smollett has raised his left fist.
"No, it's not this -" Ramsden shouted hurriedly.
"That's not what I'm talking about!"
"Huh?!" Smollett let out a long breath, "Then do you want to use the Bonefire Family to suppress me? Humph, little boy, on the battlefield, big fists are the last word!"
Smollett said as he wanted to attack without any hesitation.
Seeing that his fist was about to fall, Lumsden quickly shouted: "Commander, if you continue to send troops to attack the top of the mountain, I am afraid you will be completely defeated and even lose all the heroes!"
"Are you cursing me? It's so ridiculous!" Smollett was even more angry.
Lumsden calmed down at this time, "No, I'm just stating a fact."
"Although the opponent does not have enough troops, it can pose a sufficient threat to us if it occupies a favorable location."
"In fact, the opponent did not lose much troops after this battle."
Lumsden calmed down but was able to analyze the situation clearly.
"No, you are talking nonsense. Damn it, I will hang you!" Smollett became even more angry, but he knew in his heart that what the other party said was the truth.
But this fact is a secret that he doesn't want others to mention.
Lumsden revealed this secret at this time, in front of these lower-ranking lords, which may completely shake Smollett's status.
Smollett did have murderous intentions at this time.
"Your Excellency, Commander, if you continue to attack the mountain as before, you will fail again."
"And if I have the chance, we can destroy those humans without even using a single soldier."
Ramsden said this very quickly, because he had already seen the other party holding the battle ax at his waist.
It was obvious that this ax was not intended for felling wood.
Lumsden grabbed the axe, ferocious meridians appeared on the back of his hand, and his eyes wandered between Lumsden's head and neck, as if looking for the right spot.
Lumsden wanted to kill the undead in front of him directly, but he was able to do so.
Even if the other party is a member of the Bone Fire Family, he is not a key figure.
Just label the opponent as a traitor or a deserter, and he will be able to minimize his own troubles.
What made him hesitate was not the identity of the other party, but an idea in his heart telling him.
What Lumsden said is very likely to happen.
Although this is very ridiculous.
One thousand defeated an army of ten thousand. This is crazy.
However, the opponent killed 2,300 of their side in the first battle, including two of his best generals and a team of bipedal dragon knights.
"What's your plan?" After a while, Smollett squeezed out these words.
Obviously, he has decided to listen to the other party's plan and it will not be too late to kill him.
"Fire," Lumsden said.
The other orc lords turned their attention to this thin undead.
"My plan is to set a fire at the bottom of the mountain. By the time they drive down the mountain, it will be too late. They will be surrounded by a sea of fire and eventually burned to death." Ramsden's eyes flashed with fanaticism.
Nothing could excite him more than seeing countless lives end in front of him.
He had also seen humans using fire against orcs at the foot of the mountain.
But now, apparently everything has been reversed.
Following Ramsden's words, the murderous intent in Smollett's eyes gradually faded and turned into excitement.
Was Lumsden's plan simple?
Simple, so simple that it is very superficial, but these orcs are more accustomed to fighting in battle, either you die or I live.
There are few people who are proficient in strategy, so no one can even think of such a simple plan.
The surrounding orc lords just thought of the entire mountain being burned by flames, while the humans on top rushed into the sea of fire wailing, or jumped off the cliff directly.
Just thinking about that scene makes them excited.
Smollett glanced at the crowd who were still excited and snorted coldly.
"What are you still waiting for? Hurry up and let those guys find wood and prepare to set fire!"
"As you command!"
Seeing a group of people running down and busy, Smollett's mood improved.
But at this moment, a rapid horn sound suddenly came to my ears.
