Broad World

Chapter 837 Internal and external troubles

In the middle of the night, the northern Wywood city was undergoing a war in full swing. The skyrocketing fire and the sound of killing made all the residents nervous, and some even watched the situation on the city wall nervously.

Although the dark elves who launched the raid had been killed by Robert, the turmoil and destruction caused was irreversible, especially the magic flame that could not be extinguished by ordinary water, which directly ignited the wooden buildings in half of the city. Without the help of magic, Watering with wooden buckets alone has no effect at all, and there is a tendency to spread more and more. Many residents are sitting on the street and crying.

Although the Dark Elf’s attack did not actually kill too many people, the psychological shock it caused was not small at all. Even the temporarily organized militia kept sighing, let alone ordinary people.

Anyone who sees their home burned down will feel sad. Relatively speaking, the orcs who have lived a hard life are a little bit better, but they are only emotionally depressed. After all, they used to live a safari life and have not yet produced a civilized society. The sense of belonging to home is different for human beings. The house has an extraordinary meaning to them, so they are all very lost, as if they have lost their souls.

Of course, even if the situation in the city is so bad, it is far less dangerous than the wall. One-eyed Longte seems to be crazy tonight, launching a fierce attack regardless of casualties. He seemed to have made up his mind, ready to kick off the stumbling block that blocked his way forward at once.

The most important thing is that with the help of Ghost City, these primitive and ignorant monsters made a lot of engineering equipment out of wood. Although it looks very crude and crude, it caused great trouble to the defenders. Especially the pontoon bridge that filled the moat. This fully ensures that the rear forces can be continuously transported. Coupled with the huge rush vehicle, as long as you are not careful, you may fall.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The orc warrior Vaughan roared into the crowd, and the burning two-handed sword instantly set off a **** storm. Whether it was a jackal, an orc, an ogre, or a troll, none of them could stop his terrifying killing skills. Except for blood, death, and broken corpses, nothing else was left.

It can be said that if he hadn’t kept showing up in critical places, I am afraid that many places would have been lost at this moment. As long as soldiers in many places hear the legendary soldier’s voice and see the fiery red blade, their morale will rise immediately.

It has to be said that although the legendary spellcaster is far stronger than the melee class, and even a legendary spell can completely wipe out the enemies in the future, but at most it can only get people’s fear. Only melee pros can fist and fist. Only a battle of blood can win respect.

Looking at the eyes of the soldiers at this moment, they know that they completely regard the Orc warriors as their heroes and saviors. Even the weakest people are unwilling to make a fool of themselves in front of their idols, gritting their teeth and insisting on desperately.

Vaughn can’t remember how many enemies he killed. I don’t know how long it will last, just relying on inertia to constantly swing the sword, swing the sword, and then swing the sword. Hone and improve your martial skills in battle, so that your movements become more and more concise. It used to take two blows to kill an opponent, but now it can be easily solved in one shot.

Since the duel in front of the gods, this guy’s warrior level has faintly improved again, especially the one-eyed Longter’s unconstrained fighting style has given him a lot of inspiration, and these days there are always enemies practicing. , Personal strength is improving rapidly.

Maybe it’s just like a proverb in the mainland of Faerun that when two equal people become rivals, they will soon improve in competition. As long as this state continues, they will one day write a legendary story. .

Obviously, in terms of fighter level and martial skills, Cyclops is better.

The reason why Vaughn was able to tie last time was mainly because he took advantage of his surprise and physical strength, especially his ability to heal wounds on his own, which was a cheating for melee professionals. With this ability, it is completely possible to trade injuries for lives, and to be more aggressive in combat, so that opponents have to put more energy on the defensive end.

If it weren’t for Cyclope’s long-time experience, he would have become a stepping stone for a half-orc warrior at this moment. This shows how powerful he is. Even in his twilight years, he is still an invincible legend on the highest wasteland.

Vaughan, who grew up in a tribe of barbarians in the north, is a very proud man. He has always regarded honor as more important than his own life, so he made up his mind long ago to solve this powerful opponent before the end of this war. Otherwise, waiting for Long to be a few years old, he will not look good, even if he wins, he will not have the slightest glory at all.

“West! The west wall is about to fail! Support is needed urgently!” An archer standing on the watchtower issued an alarm at the bottom.

“Got it! I’ll be over!”

Vaughan kicked the siege ladder down, then yelled, turned and ran towards the critical place. He is like a firefighter now, go there if needed.

As he passed over the city gate, he slowed down a bit, stared at Longte, who was standing above the banner, with his eyes rounded, and then he stretched his thumb across his neck and made a provocative circumcision. At the same time, he muttered to himself: “Wait, I will defeat you, take all the glory that belongs to you, and then continue to the apex of the road of warriors…”

Longte, who has magic eyes, saw this scene clearly, and subconsciously clenched his axe in both hands, cracked his big mouth and laughed wildly: “Hahahahahaha! What a arrogant half-orc boy! It doesn’t matter, I will cut it with my own hands before dawn. Lower your head as a wine glass. I am the supreme king of this land! There is only one fate for any challenger! That is death!”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the tribal chiefs standing behind him with one-eyed eyes, a chilling murderous aura exuded all over his body.

In fact, the so-called tribal alliance is not monolithic. Perhaps the orc tribe is willing to obey the leadership of the Cyclops, but monsters such as jackals, goblins, and ogres have to join in out of fear, and there is no loyalty at all.

Since the myth that Longte was invincible in duels was broken. Many guys have already begun to move around. For the first time, some tribal leaders with a high level of warrior showed their unruly side.

no doubt. They faintly formed an alliance definitely intending to challenge the one-eyed Longte’s dominance of the entire wasteland, which can be seen from the main offensive force.

The cannon fodder units that rushed to the forefront were basically either goblins or jackals. Orcs generally attacked at the end. But now the orcs involved in the offensive are basically orcs, while other races have begun to quietly preserve their strength.

Obviously, although Longte has not lost the leadership of the tribal coalition army, his dominance has dropped a lot, at least he can no longer dominate everyone as he likes before.

Of course, this way of secretly conserving strength can be seen by anyone who is not blind. One-eyed Longte is as clear as it is. Had it not been for fear of a large-scale civil turmoil, he would have hacked several leading guys to death alive, to frighten those **** who wanted to grab power.

But it’s a pity, he can only think about it now, if he does this, the races other than the orcs will fall apart immediately, not to mention the capture of Wywood City, even self-protection will be a little difficult.

You must know that in Faerun Continent, civilized society and the barren land are completely different worlds, and the former always obeys a certain order. Most of the rulers used a series of political methods to constantly stabilize their rights and status. So as long as it’s not irritating, there will rarely be chaos of alternation of power.

But the latter is different. The wild land has always been the strongest king. The ruler does not rely on political skills, but prestige based on strong personal strength.

To put it bluntly, it means killing some powerful creatures, such as dragons, giants, etc., and then leading the tribe to defeat many enemies. Both are indispensable.

One-eyed Longte is called the legend on the highest wilderness, one is that he killed a giant dragon, and the other is that he has always maintained the myth of invincibility.

But now this myth has been broken. A warrior who was evenly matched by him suddenly appeared, and his prestige based on his personal bravery quickly declined. Although other tribal leaders are still not his opponents, some careful thoughts inevitably become active again. stand up.

The strong survive and the weak perish. All primitive tribes follow the elimination rules of nature. When a leader begins to age, countless young people will begin to challenge his dominance. This is what Longte faces. This situation.

No matter how powerful his combat power is, he can’t hide his gray hair and beard. Age is now his biggest enemy. Any young orc warrior who sees an elderly chief will not help but think of replacing him. That’s why he desperately I want to be the elect of the orc gods and make myself young again.

After deterring all the chiefs with a bitter murderous aura, Cyclops took a deep breath and roared: “Listen to me! Maybe some of you think you can replace me, and some think I will Died in the hands of that orc boy. It’s okay, I can immediately prove that I am still an invincible warrior, the king of the High Wasteland. But now… if anyone dared to disobey the order, I would not hesitate to cut him down. Head. Understood!”

“Understand!”

The tribe leaders nodded reluctantly. They saw that the legendary soldier was in a state of anger, for fear that this anger would vent on them.

“Very good!” A smile appeared on one-eyed Longter’s ferocious face. “Remember, if any tribe dares to pull back tonight, I will remove it completely tomorrow morning.”

After speaking, he turned around and shouted to the wizard sent by Ghost City: “Wizard, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I don’t care what method you use. Anyway, you have to make a hole in the wall for me. Can it be done?”

A man wearing a black robe and a hood stepped forward and leaned slightly: “Yes, but you must first consume the energy of the wizard tower, otherwise it will be repaired even if it collapses.”

“Damn! That’s why I hate magic.” Long cursed in a low voice, and then immediately turned and ordered his subordinates: “Have you heard? Send me more people to attack. I will see that thing change in ten minutes. Into waste!”

“Yes!”

The Orc Herald slapped his chest hard, and blew the low horn again…

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