The mage arrives

Whoosh!

A crude arrow with a rusted head skimmed the leaden sky.Among the flock of long-feathered black geese, one of the weakest was unfortunately pierced through the wing by an arrow.It fell to the frozen ground whining, and was strangled by an ugly, dirty hand.

"Goose meat...fat and tender...delicious..."

With rags hanging all over his body, he looked like a thin creature jumping out of a garbage dump. While muttering greedily, he pushed his entire body down on the Changling Black Goose.If you don't do this, it may not be able to subdue this big bird at all with its thin body.

It panickedly took out the dagger from its trouser pocket—to be honest, it was actually just a piece of sharpened stone.With the level of craftsmanship and social status of the goblin race, it is basically impossible to own ironware.

After cutting a hole in the Changling black goose's neck, the goblin immediately greedily got up to it, gulping down the hot, fishy and salty goose blood.In the cold and barren barren tundra, this is also a good delicacy, which can provide enough calories and nutrients to help goblins survive the cruel winter.

"Dirty rat! If you dare to swallow even a piece of meat, I will tear you in half and feed it to the winter wolf!" An orc scout suddenly appeared.He kicked the goblin away, then grabbed the long-feathered black goose like a cowhide water bag, and greedily went to the wound on the neck, sucking the hot blood.

Goblins have a low status in orc society. They are generally slaves, servants, and hard workers, and this one is no exception.It could only crawl at the feet of the tall orc, shivering, hoping that the master would generously spare a little wild goose blood for it.If you can eat a piece of plump goose meat, it will be even more perfect.

Too bad the goblin was disappointed.The orc scout drank the wild goose's blood, burped, and opened his mouth full of yellow teeth.He smiled contemptuously and said, "You want this big bird? Idiot, even I don't dare to take it for myself. This is the food prepared for Mr. Wuglu Iron Claw's expedition, and no one is allowed to touch it!"

The orc scout threw the long-feathered black goose to his goblin slave: "Take care of the food, I'll see if I can catch some more prey."

But this time, he didn't have the luck to shoot down the black goose. After spending several hours, he only pulled out a few skinny hares from the rabbit nest under the frozen soil.

"Damn it, if I have a human crossbow, all the black geese in the sky won't be able to escape!" The orc scout cursed as he looked at the crude wooden bow in his hand.

He's out of luck.The first few batches of scouts all got excellent human weapons from the warlord Ugru Iron Claw.But a few months ago, the human ships that were always unstoppable and unloaded on the coast disappeared without a trace.Most orcs don't know what's going on, chalking it up to the whims of the cunning humans.

But no matter how much you curse humans and swear to smash the skulls of these weak creatures, it will not change the fact that the warlord Ugru Ironclaw's army.In the end, only one-fifth of them can equip humans with sophisticated weapons.

Although "Even with bare hands, you can smash the Antonin Great Wall and attack the south" is the consensus of the tundra orcs.But no orc would be unwilling to have better weapons.

Orc scouts with their goblin slaves.Send your prey to the humble smoker workshops dotted across the tundra.Whether it's long-feathered black geese, tundra hares, winter wolves, or even underground gray giant worms, all edible meat will be processed in these bacon workshops to make it unique, except for its salty taste and durability. A nondescript orc special bacon.

In order to organize a winter offensive of unprecedented scale.Ugru Iron Claw, who just won the title of "Warlord of War", used the resources of the entire barren tundra.

Unlike the situation where they were split into countless large and small tribes fighting each other decades ago, today's tundra orcs.A unified situation has been formed.

During the southern invasion a few years ago, some orc chiefs who acted very quickly and had a particularly brutal and ferocious temperament reaped the greatest benefits.

Ugru Iron Claw is one of them.

He obtained astonishing wealth by plundering the Freyton Empire.He became famous because of his achievements in killing five Freyton knights in World War I, and was appreciated by the orc god Gruumsh.

With fame and strength, Ugru soon annexed some orc tribes and was promoted from chief to warlord.Then, after years of bloody fighting, he defeated several other orc warlords and nearly unified the barren tundra.

Ugru Iron Claw was the first person to integrate the entire tundra orc group in 300 years. Because of this great achievement, he won the title of "Warlord of War".

In the orc culture, they hold an attitude of contempt for the political system of "civilized races" such as humans and elves.So they will not establish a country, let alone a leader who will become a king or emperor.

For the orcs who advocate violence and blood in their bones and yearn for war, the "warlord" is the highest position.

When the bacon workshops all over the barren tundra were hurrying to produce rations for the southern army, Ugru Iron Claw was inspecting his invincible army on the outskirts of his own war fortress "Kalu Kalash".

"Peace is disgraceful. Only war and blood can please the great Gruumsh!" Ugru Iron Claw stood on a high platform made of huge rocks and shouted with his arms raised high.

Under the high platform, a terrifying army gathered.These tall and strong tundra orcs with boar-like fangs formed an endless brown torrent.Where Ugru Iron Claw points, they will march forward, fight, conquer, kill, and drown everything.

"Gruumsh told us that the orcs are the most powerful race in the world, and other creatures are inferior! The warm and fertile land in the south has always belonged to us, and it was only temporarily stolen by those despicable humans. Once, we drove those garbage-like humans behind the big wall. But this time, we will destroy that ridiculous wall, and let the weak humans tremble under our axes!"

"Woo... Ugru! Woo... Ugru! Woo... Ugru!"

Thousands of orc warriors shouted the name of the Warlord of the Great War in unison, as if the earth began to tremble.No, not as if, but the earth is indeed trembling!

Ugru's left arm with sharp iron claws pointed to the hills in the distance.

The orc warriors took advantage of the situation to look over and found several tall black shadows in the distance.Every time they took a step, the frozen ground under their feet would tremble slightly.

Some older orcs were so excited that they shed tears at this time, shouting the names of the orc gods incoherently: "Gruumsh! Bagtu! Inavo! That's the Cyclops! Our army, once again Possessed Cyclops!"

Gruumsh, the lord god of the orcs, has one eye, and even his symbol is a one-eyed eye that never closes.Among the orc tribes, some children were born with only one eye.Their intelligence can only be developed to the level of a six-year-old human child. They have simple personalities, but they are easily irritated.

According to the orc shaman's belief, these children were born with the blessing of Gruumsh. They can grow to more than ten meters, have infinite strength, and their tough skin is strong enough to withstand military-grade crossbow arrows.As long as they are well fed, they are the most efficient war machines in an orc army.They are Cyclops.

In the past, when the orcs of the entire barren tundra were torn apart, no tribe could afford to support the Cyclops.But when Ugru Iron Claw unified the orcs in the entire barren tundra, he finally had the resources to raise this powerful war machine.

The orcs responsible for raising them pulled the iron chains and brought a total of six cyclops to the high platform of Ugru.These chains around his neck were as useless to the Cyclops as fine cotton thread.But as long as their amazing appetite is satisfied, these ugly big men will not make trouble.

At this time, some old orcs who had seen Cyclops before noticed that the Cyclops who appeared today seemed a little different.

Their eyeballs are blood red, and they have terrifying horns on their foreheads.Stranger still, these Cyclops have no paws and instead have huge black hooves.

But for orcs who are simple-minded and unwilling to think too much, this is irrelevant.Most importantly, relying on these Cyclops, they will be able to easily destroy castles, fortresses, and cities that humans are proud of.

Had Gordon been here, he would have recognized the distinctive-looking Cyclops.

This is the Demon Cyclops, a subspecies of Cyclops with the power of the abyss infiltrated in their blood, a creature stronger and more ferocious than the original Cyclops.

No matter how powerful the warlord Ugru is, it is impossible for him to cultivate six Cyclops that can be used in combat in a short period of time from scratch.He resorted to some external force.And another cultivator of these one-eyed demons is standing next to Ugru's skeleton seat.

"Uglu, when will you let the army go? We, the Three Holy Baptist Church, are ready and can help you open the gate to the south of Freyton at any time."

Wuglu looked at the man in the blood-red spiked armor and said, "Hattington, I don't need you to tell me what to do. If I'm ready, I won't waste a minute."

As an orc who prides himself on scars, Ugru looks down on those cowards who like to hide their bodies behind steel—even if this person is an important collaborator, providing him with a lot of military supplies and cultivating the one-eyed demon.

"Idiot..." Hettington cursed secretly.He is the top leader of the Sansheng Baptist Church and the second seat of the Twelve Stones. Which congregation would not be terrified when they see him on weekdays?It was frustrating to deal with rough and stupid orcs in this cold tundra now. (To be continued..)