The mage arrives

Who is Rob Antello?He is the Lord of the Northland, a former legendary mage, and one of the three grand dukes of the empire.Such a big man purposely sent a message by means of a message technique, telling the defenders of the Saivato Fortress that the orcs "may" appear.In fact, the implication is that the orcs will inevitably appear.

Chuck McDougall believes that today is definitely the worst day for the blessing of the Dragon God that he has spent in his [-]-odd years of life.

"Quick! Move fast! You lazy pigs!" Chuck held a whip and walked on the messy streets full of construction waste and house ruins, yelling and swearing while whipping people.In addition to the 500 regular border guards stationed in the fortress, there are also [-] auxiliary troops.These teams composed of slaves, prisoners, bankrupts, etc. from the bottom of society are responsible for chores such as moving logistical supplies, and when necessary, they can also take up weapons and go into battle as cannon fodder to buy time and opportunities for the main force.

After receiving the news that the orc army might appear, the Platinum Centurion had no choice but to send all the soldiers who could fight—a total of 280 eight people—to the city wall that had not been destroyed by the earthquake.Then, he personally picked up the whip and went to "urge" the auxiliary soldiers to hurry up and clean up the ruins and mudslides.

The courier sent to Gaoyan City in the morning to report the damage and ask for support would take at least a day to reach its destination.If those aristocratic gentlemen who have always been procrastinating can realize the seriousness of the matter, give up festival celebrations and devote themselves to work, maybe in two days, supplies and troops will be sent to Saivato Fortress.However, this ideal situation is almost impossible to achieve.

Chuck is not an officer who treats his subordinates harshly, but in today's situation, he can only use the whip.For those auxiliary soldiers, pain is indeed a good way to mobilize their enthusiasm.

Seeing the bloody whip marks on their backs, the auxiliary soldiers speeded up and worked harder to clean up the ruins caused by the earthquake with the crude tools in their hands.Chuck finally breathed a sigh of relief.He came to the wall and looked into the distance.

The endless barren tundra is filled with thick fog today.The Glacier River, which was about 1000 meters away from the Great Wall and could be seen from the city wall, has disappeared in the thick fog.Half a month ago, in order to improve food, some brave soldiers ran to the frozen icy river to drill holes for fishing.But as the outposts on the barren tundra lost contact, no one dared to take a step on the Great Wall.

"My lord, I seem to hear something!" beside Chuck.A short soldier said suddenly.

The centurion knew this guy, his name was Yang Qi Sharp Ears, and he was a half-elf.The elven blood gave him keen vision and hearing, and he was quite accomplished in archery, so he became the bow captain under Chuck.

"What did you hear. Describe it in detail," Chuck said.Although he didn't think that Yang Qi could capture any unusual sounds in the noisy emergency environment.But the earthquake in the early morning and the Grand Duke's order made him have to be more vigilant.

Yang Qi Jian Er gestured to Chuck: "Wait a moment, my lord."

He took off his helmet, turned his body sideways, turned his left ear toward the barren tundra, and then blocked his right ear with his fingers.Doing so will allow the half-elf to further improve its sense of hearing.

"Crack, crack, crack..." Yang Qi imitated the sound he heard, "It seems...it seems to be the sound of many boots stepping on the ice..."

"You mean. Ice?" Chuck gasped.

Before the platinum centurion could say the second sentence, in the misty fog, there was a sharp sound from far to near.passed it on.

puff!

An arrow just pierced the throat of a spearman who was three feet away from Chuck.The soldier coughed a few times, then fell to the ground in pain, twitched twice, and stopped moving.

Chuck looked at the arrow stuck in the corpse: the brown-painted shaft and the rough fletching made of long-feathered branta goose feathers.The centurion, who has dealt with the tundra orcs for many years, knows that these are the arrows used by those green-skinned barbarian archers.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Chuck roared loudly, almost exhausting all the strength in his chest, "Everyone pick up weapons and go to the city wall for me, and the rescue work is temporarily suspended!"

Chuck drew his sword.He tried his best to control his emotions, not to let the soldiers see the fear in his heart.The earthquake almost completely destroyed the defense of the Great Wall in the Fortress of Salvatore.Now without any time to breathe, the orc army suddenly appeared.All the worries in his heart have all become reality.

"This is really the worst day of my life!" Chuck didn't dare to say what was in his heart, otherwise if the army's morale was shaken because of him as the commander, the situation would be even worse.He called his own soldiers: "Hurry up and send a message to the communication room, tell Clearwater City, Gaoyan City, and everyone else who can be notified that the orcs are coming!"

"My... my lord..." The guard said hesitantly, "Have you forgotten? All the mages were buried by the mudslide..."

"All five?"

The soldier nodded with difficulty.

Generally speaking, in Freyton's regular army, each centurion will be assigned a field mage.There are five mages in Saivato Fortress, who are usually responsible for communication, dealing with some problems that ordinary people cannot solve, or performing some special combat tasks.

These noble mage masters live on the east side of the fortress, in a small building adjacent to the Lengmist Mountains, where they can usually enjoy the fresh air and beautiful scenery in the mountains.It was the best accommodation in the Fort, even better than Chuck's own quarters.In order to take good care of these high-ranking mage masters, the military officer in charge of logistics has been very troubled on weekdays.

In the morning, when he learned that the small building where the mages lived was submerged by mudslides, Chuck gloated a little.Before he had time to confirm whether the mages escaped the disaster in time, he threw himself into the intense rescue work, and then completely forgot about it.It was only at this critical juncture that he finally realized how important it was to have a spellcaster in the army.

Only mages know how to use the messy things in the communication room, such as crystal balls and magic circles.For ordinary soldiers who know nothing about arcane arts, it is absolutely impossible to operate those things in the communication room.

To make matters worse, even the Beacon Tower collapsed in the early morning earthquake.

Chuck hurriedly called the logistics officer, assigned fifty auxiliary soldiers, and ordered him to do everything possible to build a temporary beacon tower, and then pass on the news that the orc army was approaching.Then, the centurion sent another rider to deliver a message to the adjacent fortress.

After finishing everything that can be done, the garrison of Saivato Fortress can only wait quietly.

As time went by, the sound that only the half-elf's keen ears could catch just now became louder and louder.Everyone on the fortress wall could hear the unhurried and dense footsteps.

This sound is like layers upon layers of ocean waves, washing over everyone's eardrums.

An endless black shadow appeared in the fog.

Their black outlines slowly approached Anduin's Great Wall, becoming more and more distinct.Soon, the soldiers on the walls were able to see the ugly orc warriors with boar-like noses and sharp fangs.

Although he has fought countless times with the tundra orcs, Chuck McDougall has never seen such a large number of orcs, almost innumerable.Even if he raised his eyes to the distant horizon, he still couldn't see the end of this orc army.

The hand of the centurion holding the sword was too hard, and even the knuckles were pale.

"Can the people in this fortress survive today?"

This army of orcs had a width of about five kilometers in front, and a large black wolf cavalry on the flanks.Even if the distance is extremely far, the human soldiers at the top of the fortress can still smell the smell of wolves drifting from afar.

In the front four phalanxes, there were about [-] orcs, all of them were light troops wearing ragged clothes and holding simple bows and arrows.God knows what kind of shit luck the other party had to be able to shoot people on the city wall with that kind of wooden bow.Obviously, the commander of the orc army didn't pay attention to the weak human defenders after the earthquake, otherwise he would definitely place the elite in heavy armor and holding human weapons on the front line.

However, despite the large number of orcs, it was the two extremely conspicuous figures among the green-skinned savages all over the mountains and plains that really made the defenders of the Saivato Fortress fall into despair.These ugly big men with a height of more than ten meters and only one eye, could they be the legendary Cyclops?

Even in the last big defeat in which the empire lost the entire tundra land, the orcs did not dispatch the ultimate killer weapon like the Cyclops!

How to defeat this kind of creature that is completely beyond the capabilities of ordinary soldiers?

"My lord... all of our heavy crossbow bolts were buried in the mudslide. Only two of the ballista on the city wall were barely usable due to the earthquake. We can't deal with that kind of monster... can we..." Chuck's adjutant whispered.

The centurion knew that the other party hadn't said the last two words: retreat.He shook his head and said, "No way. Did you see those wolf cavalrymen? How could we run past them? And even if we saved our lives in the end, what good will this behavior of retreating without a fight have?"

The adjutant swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "It seems that the only way to die is..."

Retreat was impossible.Surrender is even more impossible.In the culture of the tundra orcs, there is no concept of "captive" at all.Put down your weapons, the only end is to become the opponent's food.Anyway, those green-skinned savages are not picky eaters. (To be continued..)