Throne of the North.

Chapter 330 Kingdom War (Part )

With the royal city as the center, hundreds of thousands of hogg orcs attacked the kingdom's territory in a fan-shaped manner. The small nobles were simply unable to resist the attack of the orc army, and the big nobles were also under more pressure.

There was no suitable person who could gather the kingdom's army. The nobles fought on their own and did not trust anyone to lead their armies, so they held on to their armies tightly to protect their territories.

The old king could have done it, but the old king is dead.

The new king, the king's successor, could have done it, but too many things had happened, and now there were three highnesses who called themselves kings fighting among themselves in the Andara Kingdom.

The Grand Duke could do it, but the Grand Duke who could summon the noble army is now the King of the Serra Kingdom.

As for the other grand duke, Grand Duke Leta had just recently integrated into the circle of the kingdom's nobility.

Next? Who will obey whom among the earls?
The entire Andara Kingdom was in disarray at this moment, and was on the passive defense when invaded by the warthog orc army.

A day later, Ryan received a map from His Royal Highness Adams. The land was rough and it was difficult to see the details of the kingdom. Along with the map, there was also an order from "King" Adams, asking Ryan to immediately take the army to defend the king recognized by the empire.

Ryan took the letter from Lord Hora without even looking at it, and with flames burning on his hands, he turned the letter into ashes.

To the nobles who were somewhat nervous and hesitant around him, Ryan just said calmly:
"The Empire needs a king from the Kingdom of Andara who serves the light."

"The Emperor chose Adams, but since I am the one leading the Legion of Light's Judgment here, that person may not necessarily have to be Adams."

"The royal bloodline of the Andara Kingdom is still rich, with many descendants. They are all descendants of the owner of this land."

"All we need is a kingdom that will fight against the Church together with the Empire. The king of this kingdom can be of any royal bloodline."

After ignoring Adams, Ryan also received replies from some nobles saying that they would send a batch of food to Ryan's army, but there was not much food recently.

"Then go buy it!"

Ryan did not have a good look on his face. He told these nobles that the adequacy of logistics would determine the extent of support the imperial army would provide to them.

Finally, the topic came down to the war itself.

Looking at the maps of different sizes in front of him, Ryan had a headache and his face looked a little ugly.

"Let the Flying Wolf Cavalry take these maps to the site for exploration. What I need is a detailed map!"

"For example, why is there such a large gap between this river and this mountain? What is there, mud or stone forest? I need to know the answer."

"And this plain, since there are cultivated fields to the north and south, why is there nothing here?"

"The warthogs are attacking Viscount Lawson's territory. Why are they attacking from the north instead of the west? Is there something in the north that is stopping them from advancing? Why is this happening? Isn't there an explanation?!"

Ryan shouted loudly, threw maps to the Flying Wolf Cavalry, and finally looked at Lord Hora.

"Write to Earl Winter. I need more Flying Wolf Cavalry."

After saying that, he looked at another sky knight and said:

"And Earl Solon, since Earl Winter is going to send more people, then it wouldn't be too much for Earl Solon to send a batch of magic potions? Tell them not to worry, the Andara Kingdom will be responsible for the final payment of all this."

After giving the order, Ryan found another group of people, who were the knights following the military nobles.

"Bring your retainers. I will give you 300 to 500 soldiers each. Bring your supplies and set up camp on the north side of this hillside. Also here, here, and here."

"After arriving at these places, you will take my orders to the surrounding noble territories and ask them to send slaves and tools to help you build camps. I will go there to test them myself. If the camps cannot even withstand my power..."

Ryan waved his hand and hammered a hideous crack in the stone under the wooden board.

"I promise I'll kill you."

Ryan stared at these knights closely and drove them out when cold sweat ran down their foreheads.

The army of 30,000 lost 10,000 soldiers. For Baron Turner, the pressure was much less.

In the past two days, his territory could not support such a large army. Even with nearly a thousand subjects responsible for various aspects, it was still short of manpower. These days, he had asked his soldiers to go to the surrounding territories to capture people to do the work. After those territories heard about the 30,000 troops here, the warthogs had retreated several thousand meters.

"Brand, have the Stag Legion get ready. These camps may be attacked by orcs. Have our cavalry patrol the land and be ready to provide support at any time."

"We need to use these camps to resist the attacks of orcs that will appear from all directions. After we gain a firm foothold, we will use them as a base to attack the north."

The first element of this war is logistics, not running 30,000 people from east to west.

Then Ryan came to the outside of the tent, where there were a hundred soldiers standing upright, looking a little cramped and nervous. It could even be seen that the armor on them did not fit them well.

Ryan had come to the Andara Kingdom before. At that time, the war had nothing to do with him, but he did not do nothing.

Among the one hundred people in front of him, more than thirty of them were warriors in the previous civil war in the kingdom. They were slaves or civilians. Why were they remembered and recognized by Ryan?
It was because during the civil war between the Grand Duke and the Kingdom, on the chaotic battlefield, these people demonstrated their talent and leadership in war. In the chaotic battlefield without any direction, they could gather dozens or even hundreds of people to fight around them by relying on their own abilities. This is a kind of ability.

Officers' abilities.

The remaining sixty or seventy people were selected from his own retainers. They had followed Ryan in the founding war of the Kingdom of Serra, fighting against the armies of the four great noble territories. As officers, they helped Ryan control the army of McReynolds.
"For each of you, I will give you a hundred soldiers, and from now on you will be their leaders."

"Soon, you will form a team and go to some noble territories in the Andara Kingdom to help the nobles there resist the invasion of the warthog orcs."

"During this process, it will be difficult for you to get my orders in the first place, so I only have three requests for you."

"First, the nobles of the kingdom are not your commanders. You must obey my orders unconditionally!"

"Second! For all decisions, when there are more than two of you on the same battlefield, you must discuss and decide on the final choice. You are not allowed to take military actions alone with your soldiers."

"Third, remember your identities. You are my people and my soldiers. The nobles' territories will provide you with logistics, housing, weapon maintenance, and food. Everything else has nothing to do with you. You only need to demonstrate your abilities and strength in the war."

"The ten best people will receive my reward. Most of you should know what this reward represents and what it is."

"Right now, take my orders and go to your team of 100 men. I want to see you standing before me with your army at this time tomorrow."

Beside him, there was a servant holding a wooden tray with hundreds of tokens on it. On the front of the token was the flag of the Legion of Light's Judgment with numbers in the middle of the sun, from one to one hundred. On the back of the token was the emblem of Baron Ryan and the outline of Rhino Horn Mountain revealed in the wind and snow.

"This is your chance. Don't betray my trust in you."

Ryan said this, and the hundred people in front of him had already blushed and knelt on the ground excitedly.

"Bogard."

After the hundred centurions left, Ryan looked at the girl who was eager to try. There were countless warlike factors in the blood of the Bilki people.

"I allow you to move freely in the area south of the big river at the foot of Qifeng Mountain. From here to the north, you can see a river that can flood Volibear. Every two days, you must try to capture a group of warthogs for me."

"Catch them if you can, and kill them if you can't."

Bogeld left excitedly, but only took one hundred violent bear warriors with him. After all, the range specified by Ryan was not too large.

……

The words of the imperial army were still very intimidating. The nobles gradually transported food to Ryan's military camp through safe routes, and sent people to the south and the North Wind Province. "This road is finally going to bring me wealth."

Ryan kindly lent these people some war horses so that they could appear in the empire faster and buy food from the nobles and chambers of commerce of the empire with the sincerity of the kingdom's nobles.

Considering the time, it is time for the southern Chamber of Commerce of the Empire to go north this year. His friendship with the Blade Rose and the Lantern Chamber of Commerce should allow them to appear in the North Wind Province with more supplies.

As food gradually arrived, Ryan also showed his sincerity and sent an army of 10,000 people managed by 100 centurions to the territories of more than 30 nobles. They were facing tremendous pressure from the orcs at this moment. On small-scale battlefields, the warthog orcs were always able to defeat their soldiers.

Two or three hundred troops' reinforcements would be enough to solve the disaster they were facing.

Hundreds of thousands of Warthog orcs are distributed over this area of ​​less than 10,000 square kilometers. As the orcs' attacks become more and more fierce, this fan-shaped area becomes larger and larger, and more nobles will be caught up in the orcs' invasion and war.

When Ryan came to the Andara Kingdom, he could only manage half of the fan-shaped area because the other half was too close to the city called Wall of Dawn. The army of the Holy See was also fighting against the attack of the hog orcs, and Ryan would not be kind enough to help them contain the hog orcs.

What he had to do was to compress the western half of this fan-shaped area. It would be best if he could force the orc army to attack the Vatican.

But it seems a bit difficult at the moment.

Because as the fan-shaped attack spread, the warthog orcs gradually lost the control of Hernan. The farther away they were, the more the true nature of these orcs was exposed. They were not warriors, but ordinary orcs who would do things for their own desires and tyranny. This is why this land suddenly turned into a series of small-scale wars.

Unless Hernan gave the order through the means of the Dusk Spirit, it would be impossible to assemble an army of tens of thousands of Warthog Orcs.

After all, when hundreds of thousands of orcs fight for a territory, most of them get nothing, and the remaining orcs who get something don't get much benefit either.

Orcs don't have much brains, but the great Creator made them stupid and gave them strong bodies to survive in extreme environments.

In pure battle, the orcs are savage and strong, which makes the pressure they bring to human armies cruel.

In the Barony of Moore, there is a hillside more than a thousand meters north of the castle.

At this moment, two hundred soldiers on the hillside were struggling to resist the attack of the Warthog Orcs below the hillside. The hideous orcs made the soldiers on the mountain instinctively nervous, and sweat appeared on the palms holding the weapons.

"Knight Riley, can we really win?"

A soldier asked through gritted teeth, only to be slapped backhanded by the knight.

"We will definitely win. There are only about 120 or 30 of these warthogs."

"The Baron is still waiting for our triumphant return. We must not let these orcs get close to the Baron's territory."

"Everyone, brace yourself! They are about to attack again."

As soon as the words fell, the orcs at the foot of the mountain launched another charge. Their tall bodies rushed up the hillside, waving wooden sticks and roaring, while the warriors on the hillside kept throwing stones at the orcs, trying to stop the orcs' attack in this way.

"Damn humans!"

One orc was physically strong, but he was unable to dodge the falling rocks and was hit on the head with blood and stars in his eyes. When he came to his senses, the orcs he was traveling with had left him behind.

"When I catch you, I will kill you in the most cruel way possible!"

"Human, suffer death!"

Several warthog orcs fell down the hillside, and it was unknown whether they could get up. Most of the orcs had already rushed up the hillside violently with injuries, and their tall bodies stood in the sun.

"Kill these humans!"

The orcs roared and waved their weapons, rushing towards the soldiers. At this time, there was no more choice. The soldiers could only take advantage of the terrain to suppress the warthog orcs and stab them with spears from a high position.

"For the glory of the Moore family!"

The knights among them roared, and their strong muscles allowed them to swing their swords. The swords landed on the warthog orcs, instantly tearing open their flesh and breaking the orcs' arm bones.

The painful wails resounded throughout the battlefield, and further aroused the ferocity of the Warthog Orcs. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they became even more bloodthirsty under the stimulation of blood.

In another contact, the faces of Baron Moore's knights changed drastically, because the orcs were even stronger. One orc even clamped the knight's sword with his fangs, and then a heavy hammer came back. The knight felt dizzy and seemed to vomit out what he had eaten the day before.

His eyes were confused for a moment, and when he reacted it was too late. The hideous face of the Warthog Orc was vertical in his eyes, and with the latter's cruel smile, the heavy hammer mixed with flesh and blood fell towards his face.

At this moment, there was no more thinking on the battlefield. The only choice for the soldiers on both sides was to kill all the enemies in front of them under the stimulation of blood.

Relying on the advantage of height, the two hundred soldiers finally repelled several waves of attacks, but the number of orcs did not decrease, because orcs wandering in the distance had plundered some villages and came to this battlefield. They were eager to obtain all the wealth in the castle and villages in the distance.

The surrounding stones and trees were stained with blood. The soldiers on the mountain had no more means, and fatigue filled everyone's hearts.

The Hog Orcs living in the North are better at enduring harsh environments than them, especially in terms of endurance in war. Each of these Hog Orcs is terrifyingly strong.

"How could this happen? Are we going to die here?"

This time, the knight could not refute, because there were only more than 120 warriors left out of the original 200 or so.

"Didn't the Baron say that reinforcements would arrive? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

They have been guarding here for a whole day, from sunrise to sunset, and now everyone is panicking, wondering if the coming of night will lead to a dark attack by the Warthog Orcs.

Although it is very likely not, but when they think of this result, they can't help but feel despair in their hearts, because they will definitely not be able to win in that case.

However... compared to the humans in the mountains, the hogs are more angry and violent. They don't understand what it means to boil a frog in warm water.

"Damn humans! They are so resistant, they should just kneel on the ground and wait for us to kill them!"

"No, I must kill these damn humans!"

The warthogs quarreled and shouted, and finally urged each other to attack again at dusk when the sky was still clear.

"Kill them! Take their weapons!"

The Warthog orcs roared and launched the last wave of attack. Looking at the tall black shadows in the dusk, the human soldiers turned pale. They had fought and died in several waves, and now they were definitely not as strong as before to gather strength again.

Even for knights, their energy and blood need time and rest to replenish.

"We must defeat these orcs, for the glory of the Moore family, and for our lives! We must not let them appear before the Baron."

"kill!"

Amid the knight's roar, the two sides engaged in close combat once again. At this moment, the soldiers could only pray that the physical strength of these warthog orcs was also severely depleted, and the slope gave them more uncertainty.

When night fell, the smell of blood had spread far away. At the moment when the sunlight in the sky finally disappeared, a large number of figures appeared at the foot of the hillside. They were holding elite weapons and wearing thick armor, and rushed up the hillside.

"Soldiers! Attack!"

"Reinforcements have finally arrived!"

(End of this chapter)