Durin's Diary

Chapter 516 Gray

Titus looked at the Amiansk Fortress in the distance with a gloomy expression.

Five minutes ago, the fortress defenders had raised the death battle flag, which meant that the green-skinned orcs had broken into the fortress.

According to wartime regulations, the battle mage must deliver the Mother of Bombs at this time - the fortress can no longer be defended, and in order to prevent the green-skinned orcs from occupying the fortress in the future, this giant bomb must be used to demolish the fortress.

"Sir, let the brothers lead the charge once more." The blood-soaked standard-bearer of the same war knelt in front of him.

Titus disagreed.

His regiment had been fighting from 6 a.m. to 8:40 a.m. and had lost more than half of its men, but the green-skinned orcs on the opposite side seemed to be inexhaustible. The bullets had long been used up, and the old brother used an axe and a hammer to chisel a hole in the green-skinned orcs' ranks.

But in the end, they were unable to break through the wall made of orcs.

Now, the friendly forces that had hurriedly arrived were still struggling on both flanks—they were bleeding every moment in their efforts to prevent Titus's regiment from being surrounded.

"We can't let our brother regiments sacrifice in vain. We must retreat." The adjutant said this with a look of reluctance on his face, because the commanding heights of the fortress had fired a flare into the sky for the second time - this meant that the green-skinned orcs had rushed into the center of the fortress.

Flying across the sky like locusts were the air forces of the green-skinned orcs, but for some reason, they never thought of launching attacks on ground targets.

"We..." Just as Titus made up his mind, he heard the cheers of soldiers behind him.

He turned around and saw one war guard after another - these old trees stood up at this time, they gathered into teams, and were walking towards him step by step.

"Which legendary archdruid has joined the battle?" Titus's lieutenant cried with joy. "With so many war guards! We will definitely be able to recapture the fortress!"

At this time, more and more screams were heard in the air. Titus looked up and saw a large number of orc air cavalry falling like raindrops.

Most of them fell on the open ground, and some fell into the crowd. Fortunately, everyone reacted quickly and no one was injured.

Titus drew his sword and killed the unconscious green-skinned orc in front of him along with its air cavalry.

At this time, a grassland elf in white robes descended from the sky: "Who among you is the warmaster?"

"Lord Durin!" Titus recognized him at a glance.

"Great! These green-skinned air cavalry use alien species with dragon blood. It's normal that the griffin knights can't beat them, but I can suppress them!" Having said that, he turned his head and glanced at the fortress: "Let's go and take the fortress back! Are you willing to go?" Lord Durin in a white robe asked with a serious face.

As he said this, the little dryad on his shoulder picked up the horn and began to blow it.

As the horn sounded, the forest began to echo, and one giant tree after another stood up.

The hill not far away was also struggling to break out of the ground.

"I will, sir!" roared Titus.

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The Great Forest began to counterattack, with the stone element as the vanguard, it was crushing all the green-skinned orcs. No matter how powerful the green-skinned orc war overlord was, he would be flattened under its giant fist.

Having lost their leader, the green-skinned orcs gradually could no longer maintain their defense. They began to collapse and flee the battlefield.

The troops from the Great Woodland rushed into the fortress and started fighting in the streets with the green orcs.

With Durin's new firearms and ammunition, Titus led his men into the central area. Lord Durin flew into the air, and wherever resistance was fierce, he would personally go down to the ground to annihilate it. Here, a large number of Pekla dead appeared. These, who had previously been treated by Titus as logistics soldiers who could only carry supplies, now wielded their spears to resist a large number of green-skinned orcs, who paid a multiple price for every step forward.

The cliff wall leading to the tower was covered with all kinds of potholes, which were caused by the shotgun fire on the wall on the other side. At the most critical moment, the dwarf artillery turned their guns to bombard the wall on this side, helping to defend the tower.

As he ascended the stone steps, Titus saw four half-grown children of Pecola and Tegus, one of whom was his nephew, holding a lighted torch.

"Where's your commander?" Titus had no time for small talk.

"Father is in the central hall. He ordered us to come to the tower and said that if the orcs attack the tower, we should light the fireworks leading directly to the gunpowder depot." The child holding the lighter could no longer hold back his tears when he said this.

Titus reached out and embraced his nephew.

He came from the hall, and there were piles of corpses at the scene.

The Sora family has another widow.

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In the early morning, the green orcs counterattacked again, but this time the old man who heard about the battle had arrived. He and Durin defended the sky together - the greenskin air cavalry were not afraid of the battle mages in the air confrontation. Even if the battle mages were equipped with alchemical weapons, they could use numbers to force the battle mages back without hesitation.

As for the Griffin Rider, he was at an even greater disadvantage - the Dragon Vein Alien was weak on the ground, but was far stronger in the air than the Griffin.

But when facing Zhulong, they will lose all their courage due to the oppression of their bloodline.

So the green orcs, who had lost their air superiority, were beaten back again - all thanks to the subsequent battle groups.

Speaking of which, the Great Woodland Regiment that arrived later originally thought that the fortress had fallen. If it weren't for the messenger, they would still be digging trenches twenty kilometers away.

As for why Du Lin was able to reach the fortress so quickly last night, it was because he discovered that as long as the Zhulong bloodline was revealed, the big bugs on the opposite side would fall to the ground by themselves.

Some of the stronger ones also fled immediately - they even left their owners behind.

Du Lin was anxious at the time and ignored them.

Today I also heard the identity of these things from the old man.

"These bugs exist in the Green Orc Dynasty outside Yumen Pass, but they're completely useless against us, Zhulong, so they're used to transmit orders and intelligence. And let me tell you, the meat on their hind legs is quite tender. You can just fry them in oil for about a minute and they'll be ready to eat." The old man said, stroking the bug legs in his hand. "Send the messenger to the north and fetch Old Yan. We haven't had anything this delicious since we left Yumen Pass."

"Is this thing really edible?" Du Lin thought that this locust-like thing looked okay at night, but now he just felt disgusted.

"When have I ever lied to you, little brat?" The old man said this carelessly, and then looked at the scenery below without saying anything.

Du Lin also fell silent.

Because in the open space below, the bodies of the dead soldiers were being prepared for cremation - the weather in this area was not cold, and if the bodies were not handled in time, there would be big problems.

Compared to the dead in the Great Wood, the green-skinned orcs were much simpler to deal with - just pile them up in a pile at a distance and burn them together.

"This killing field, whether in the east or west, is so desolate."

After a long time, the old man finally sighed.

(End of this chapter)