Fungal giants are tall and have strange body structures that make them difficult to kill.
Unfortunately, they are naturally slow in movement. As long as the orcs have a handy battle ax, they can easily win.
Unfortunately, among the millions of orcs, only a few officers and generals had weapons. How many orcs were armed with sticks, stones and other objects.
The orcs can only use brute force and minions to fight the fungus giant hard, and it takes an average of five orcs' lives to kill one fungus giant.
The sporogenous forest was quickly stained red with blood.
Corpses covered the ground, and broken limbs were everywhere.
The tall body of the fungus giant walked over, and the orc's body was torn into pieces and turned into a pulp after being trampled repeatedly.
Although the orcs fought bravely, in the face of the constant sacrifices of their compatriots, more and more orcs were shaken and retreated out of fear.
Gaelaya's eyes were wide-eyed, wearing thick armor, holding battle axes in both hands, and led an elite team to personally supervise the battle from the rear.
Those who were timid were killed by Galaya's war supervising troops.
Although there are not many fungal giants in the sporogenous forest, they are different from the orcs in that they are relatively simple-minded and lack the fear of death. They will never surrender even if they fight to the death.
The sun was setting, and after most of the day's battle, in front of the supervising troops, orc corpses piled up like mountains.
Eitrigg was very satisfied with Gaelaya's performance. She was a born king and would never frown no matter how many compatriots she killed.
"Galaya, there is an old saying among the orcs that every chief's throne is built on numerous bones. The chief needs to be naturally cold-blooded and ruthless."
Gaelaya looked at the blood-drinking battle ax, her eyes filled with excitement, and she laughed:
"Etrigg, thanks to your help, otherwise I really don't know how to command these millions of orcs."
It was Eitrigg's idea to supervise the battle force. The orcs suffered more than 50,000 casualties, but they were still able to fight bravely because of the credit of the battle supervising force.
Eitrigg chuckled and said: "This is nothing. We orcs often use battle supervisory troops. Remember, the chief should not take the lead in charging easily. In the future, you should always say: Charge with me, and not say: Charge with me."
At this moment, the battle in the sporogenous forest has come to an end, and all the fungus giants have been killed.
The orcs are trying to collect the corpses of their compatriots. The purpose is not to bury their comrades in peace, but to turn the corpses into hard meat jerky.
Strangely, the corpse that had been repeatedly trampled by both sides was sucked into the swamp, and not even a few bones could be found.
A scout reported this situation to Eitrigg and Galaya, but neither of them took it seriously.
Gaelaya just nodded. Her mind was on leading the troops to fight. She sincerely asked Eitrigg for advice:
"Lord Eitrigg, I am new to the battlefield, so please give me your guidance."
As a veteran with rich combat experience? Eitrigg is a living military book in his own right.
Facing Gaelaya, Eitrigg has an indescribable favorable impression? Perhaps Gaelaya has a strange charm, and he knows almost everything:
"What is the art of leading troops in battle? For example, for a team of ten people, the leader must personally lead the charge in order to boost morale. Once the number of orcs exceeds a thousand, military discipline must be used to restrain the soldiers and let the soldiers develop the habit of observing discipline. If it exceeds
Wan? Does it rely on the reputation and majesty of the general? Look at the great chief of the orcs, he is not famous, he has a lot of legendary experience, but I don’t know how much of it is compiled.”
Gaelaya took out a small notebook and wrote it down carefully.
Eitrigg asked curiously: "Can you read and write?"
Galaya smiled naively and said: "I once worked as a maid under a blue dragon scholar? He taught me to read and write."
Eitrigg secretly thought that it was so. There was a temperament in Gaelaya that attracted him? It was inseparable from the training of the blue dragon scholar.
"How did the Savior lead the troops to fight?" Galaya asked coyly, his eyes full of uneasiness.
Nameless jealousy welled up in Eitrigg's heart, and he said after a long while:
"Thall has only one principle for leading troops, and that is to be ruthless. To achieve his goals, he will do whatever it takes. He has made quite a few mistakes, such as this battle in the Dark Temple..."
Eitrigg quickly shut up. It would be a shame if such words spread.
Gaelaya was stunned for a moment, then showed a suspicious expression, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
Eitrigg wanted to cover it up with words of praise for Thrall, which was what he was best at, but he didn't know why he couldn't say it.
"It's better to let Gaelaya know Thrall's true face, so that she won't be deceived." Eitrigg comforted herself.
Galaya changed the topic and asked: "Lord Eitrigg, what do you think we should do next?"
Eitrigg's expression became serious: "To kill the enemy, you must eliminate the roots. The fungus giant's stronghold is not limited to this place. The mushroom cave to the east is their foundation."
Galaya pointed to the northwest part of the map:
"The ogres in Angrosh Fortress are also targets that need to be eradicated. We have millions of orcs, why not divide our forces and attack the fungus giants and ogres respectively."
Eitrigg smiled coldly: "Galaya, this is the next question I want to give you. Never divide your troops before you have complete control of the army."
Gaelaya's eyes widened curiously, full of expectation.
Eitrigg sighed and said: "Throughout the history of the orcs, there are too many careerists, no one can be trusted, and dividing the troops is equal to division."
Gaelaya leaned down deeply and said, "Thank you, sir, for your teaching. I will always keep your kindness in mind."
The orc army swept the battlefield, and under the leadership of the spore man, rushed to the mushroom cave to the east.
Wherever the army passed, Zangar mushrooms that had grown for tens of thousands of years were cut down and became the orcs' military rations.
However, even so, the orcs still didn't have enough to eat, and many orcs fell down while walking, trying to improve the food for their companions.
Deep underground in the sporogenous forest, countless huge rhizomes crisscross each other, forming a dense underground network.
Robbie and Crassus followed a hollow root.
In the dark passages and complicated forks, Crassus got lost while walking.
"It's an unimaginable miracle." Crassus sighed: "I feel like I am walking in the veins of a huge creature."
Robbie smiled and said: "It's not an exaggeration to say it's a blood vessel. The ancient spore group Zanga is originally a huge life form, and we are inside its corpse."
"Where are you taking me?" Krasus asked worriedly.
"It's almost here, the truth about life in Zangarmarsh, the miracle of life in ancient times."
Robbie used magic to break through the wall, only to hear the sound of running water coming from below.
A bit of holy light dispelled the darkness, and Crassus looked down and was startled.
I saw a river of flesh and blood flowing slowly, leading deep underground.
There is no doubt that these are dead orcs, providing nutrients for something deep underground.
"Zangar, is it still alive?" Crassus deduced the terrible truth.
Robbie said quietly: "It's hard to say, maybe it's Zanga's sleeping soul, or maybe it's a new consciousness born in the corpse."
"What are you going to do?" Crassus asked in surprise.
"Wake it up, of course." Robbie said with a smile.
"Awakening an ancient will, even if it only has a remnant soul, it is much more powerful than us." Krasus shook his head repeatedly.