Chapter 65: Break the Pass (Part 2)!

The night wind is howling!

South of the Karazan Mountains, a dense forest is about one kilometer away from Canyon Pass.

A piece of trees in the dense forest was cleared, and a bonfire was lit in the empty space in the middle. The bonfire was not big, and it was covered with a special gauze net, and no smoke rose up. There were dozens of orcs covered in black turbans scattered around the bonfire. Their faces were firm and silently without saying a word, each sitting on the ground chewing the food in his mouth.

Occasionally, I raised my hand and received the passed spirits from my companions.

The weather in the wild is still a little chilly during this season, and the cold armor on their bodies is not suitable for keeping cold.

A low lion roar came from the sky.

As if he had noticed it, the orc officer on the ground took off the gauze net from the bonfire and raised his hand to make a gesture. The soldiers around him immediately dispersed and a seat appeared.

The bonfire is not big, but it is no problem to provide coordinates for targets flying in the sky.

soon.

A strong wind blew, and three creatures with a wing length of five meters and a length of about four meters fell from the sky. Their bodies were a bit like lions, but they had bat-like wings on their front paws. This was a flying creature that the Orcs had spent a lot of effort to tame. It was also the only large flying mount that was successfully tamed except for the elves' horned eagle beasts.

I heard that the dwarves who returned to the ground were trying to tame the gray-winged griffons living in the Moldo Mountains, but the progress seemed to be very slow.

Three orcs with very strong eyes fell from the slaves. They nodded to the legion led by the leader, then sat aside and picked up a wine bag and drank without saying a word. The whole simple camp was extremely silent, and there was nothing else except the howling sound of the cold wind.

The large-sized slave slaughter took off again and flew towards the orc camp on the other side of the Karazan Mountains.

The orc officer in charge looked up at the night.

It's about ten o'clock in the evening, and it's still five hours away from the Chief's plan to launch an attack.

Before the plan began, the Great Shaman had fed these slaves with potions, and their physical strength should be able to hold on. Now a total of fifty-seven most elite warriors were transported, and fifteen were still missing.

Time should be still in time.

The orc officer sat down again, took the wine bag from a strong orc warrior with a scar on his face beside him, and took a harsh mouthful of it.

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1 a.m.

Seventy-two of the most elite orc warriors gathered in the cleared camp.

The bonfire has been extinguished.

Under the faint starlight, you can only see pairs of green eyes. A person with a serious murderous spirit will see green light in his eyes, and the orcs with bloodthirsty blood in their bloodline will be born with green eyes.

Like a wolf!

They are descendants of the orcs of the Bear Goblin and the Frost Wolf clan, and are also the most elite and most fearless warriors in the entire orc tribe.

The orc officer, who was not the tallest but had the most ferocious eyes, looked around. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The orc soldiers around him began to sit down and took out the marinated jerky meat from his pocket at his waist and chewed it.

Before the battle.

The soldiers must eat enough before they have the strength to kill people. This is one of the reasons why the chief taught it since he was a child.

These jerky meats are from the gnolls.

In fact, the orcs have been in short supply since last winter. The orcs were able to transport a batch of weapons and equipment to them, but they were unable to transport a large amount of food. Maintaining the army's food requires them to plunder themselves and plunder from humans!

Fortunately, there are zombies after the defeat.

The number of werewolf captives with nearly 50,000 provided a source of food for the orcs. At least they could support them to start war ahead of time.

Chewing on the jerky meat in his mouth, Gosas-Frostwolf stared at the orc warrior beside him indifferently.

The meat of the werewolf is not delicious.

In contrast, it prefers fat venison.

As a smart life, it also rejects other humanoid creatures as food.

But now there is no other way, and there is really not much food in the clan. In order to supply the soldiers on the front line, some women, children and children can even have only one meal a day.

Gosas-Frost Wolf is the chief's illegitimate son.

Everyone in this tribe knows it. It is cruel, like its father, the warrior who tears the ogre with no hands.

As one of the top leaders of the Orc tribe.

It knew very clearly how important this war was to the orc clan.

And as the key to victory, what decisive role will the surprise attack play tonight!

It cannot fail!

Failure is not allowed!

The expelled orcs have a very difficult life, without fertile land and not enough food. Even if they work hard again, they cannot grow much food! Many tribesmen will freeze to death every winter, and every heavy snow will kill many children. Hunger and cold, in the memory of Gossas-Frost Wolf, I heard too many hungry crying sounds of children!

Only by returning to the Orc Empire can we become a part of the Orc Empire again.

Only clans can have fertile land and enough food. All clans no longer have to endure hunger and cold!

Now the opportunity is right in front of you.

The descendants of giants assisted the mammoth tribe, trying to let them cross the territory of centaurs to attack the rear of the empire. They disrupted the reserve granary of the empire and made the food supply on the front line difficult. However, the intentions of the descendants of the giants were noticed by the great beast shaman. So the orc Empire assisted the orc clans with extremely difficult life, and allowed them to cross the Nidoria River to go to the deserted stone highland to intercept the mammoth tribes.

The front line of the empire has reached a stalemate, and the twelve imperial regiments are all restrained by the descendants of giants in the north.

As long as the attack of those mammoths can be intercepted and the imperial front line can slow down its troops, the clan will be accepted by the empire again and become part of the orcs.

This is a rare opportunity for the orcs who are extremely difficult to live!

As a wise race, the orcs never thought of conquering humans, because several wars in history have proved this. Although humans are weak, unless they are giants like the Orc Empire or the descendants of giants, it is difficult for other races to fundamentally defeat them.

Because their huge population of more than three million is already able to face the challenges of many races.

The empire was able to find a way to transport weapons, but it was unable to deliver a large amount of food.

The orcs have to figure out how to support the army.

Is it impossible to type?

Then there is only one left to grab it!

Where to grab it?

Who else can there be except the humans in the southern plains?

Using the wereggars, the clan has obtained a piece of land to settle down, and as long as the army of the clan can break through that canyon, they can drive straight into it.

After plundering food, the clan army could advance westward to intercept the mammoths.

And that canyon that was originally used to defend against clan attacks can be used as a military fortress to resist human counterattacks!

20,000 soldiers were left behind, and the leader of the Great Shaman.

Humans may not be able to conquer there in the short term, because the blood of many orcs has proved how indestructible it is!

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It was around 2:30 in the morning.

The orc officer looked around with green eyes, then nodded solemnly.

It picked up the weapons on the ground, covered its black face covering, and walked out of the dense forest. Behind it, the seventy-two most elite warriors of the orc tribe silently chased after it.

Their movements were very fast, moving forward like cheetahs in the dense forest.

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This night.

Canas Zalot has not been sleeping well.

Because he had a bad premonition in a vague way, he could not sleep at ease no matter how he did.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp alarm.

Canas Zalot, who had always been sleeping in armor on the battlefield, immediately stood up and rushed to the fortress wall with his guards who were also awakened.

But as soon as he arrived, he was stunned by the situation in front of him!

Before five giant trenchers were pushed down on the battlefield, a group of orcs were busy operating under the trenchers.

What's going on!?

How could this group of orcs make such giant siege equipment?

Since there is a catapult.

Why didn't they use them before?

Just as Canas Zalot looked shocked, a huge explosion suddenly came from the rear of the fortress!

This voice immediately made Canas Zalot, a general who had experienced too much war, pale.

If he heard it correctly.
To be continued...