"Strange, why didn't the orcs launch an attack today?" Standing on the high wall, Nadal couldn't help frowning, looking at the direction of the orc army camp in the distance, feeling very confused.

He was already ready to fight to the death, but the enemy did not attack, which made the people of the Frost Wolf Tribe waiting on the high wall confused and couldn't help but whisper.

Abel looked in the direction of the Orcs' Army Camp and was also a little confused, so he asked Belfast, who was standing behind him, "Belfast, did you find something wrong when you scouted the Orcs' camp last night?"

"There is nothing wrong, master." Faced with Eber's inquiry, Belfast recalled it before answering seriously: "There is nothing wrong with the orcs' camp. If you have to say it, the entire camp seems too quiet and not like a camp of a barbaric race like orcs. It has some undead feeling, but it does not have the nauseating corpse stinking of the undead.

Apart from that, they did not show any abnormality. Even if I burned some of the supplies they had stockpiled, they did not show any noise or panic, which was very abnormal."

Belfast, standing behind Abel, was still wearing the legendary armor, but he did not put down the armor on his helmet. The huge flying wings folded and closed behind her, holding a spear and a round shield in her hand, as if he was planning to protect his master at any time.

After hearing Belfast's answer, Abel was not surprised by what she said. If the orc invasion was really controlled by the God of Desolation, it would not be difficult to control this level, and it could even be said to be easy. However, after Belfast attacked their camp last night and even burned their supplies, he did not even attack today, which was a bit strange.

"Belfast, how much supplies did you burn them last night? It shouldn't be that they didn't even lose their attack power, right?" Abel looked at Belfast. Obviously he didn't believe that his maid's attack last night could make the orcs not even have the remaining strength to attack today.

"The orcs' supplies were stored very scattered and not concentrated in one place. After I burned one of their supply points, the other places where the supplies were stored were in a warning state. Although they could also forcibly destroy their defense and burn the supplies, if they were trapped in a siege, there would still be some trouble, so I only burned about one-tenth of their supplies, so they should not even have the strength to attack today." Belfast explained to Abel, and was also talking to Nadal and Reguer on the side. However, Belfast did not explain that she gave up forcibly burning the supply of the orc army last night because she felt the breath related to the God of Waste in the camp of the orc army.

Abel did not want to discuss matters about the Waste God with the people of the Frost Wolf Tribe. These things are still too far away for them. Although they have been involved, what they need to consider is still the threat of orcs.

"It seems that the orcs are planning something. Belfast, you can work hard to see what the orcs are doing." Abel thought about it for a while, and felt that he could not guess anything so randomly, so he asked Belfast to reconnaissance again, and at the same time said to Nadal: "Captain Nadal, let everyone be alert and not relax. No one knows what the orcs are doing. In addition, let people continue to repair the high walls. Since the orcs do not attack, we will have more time to prepare and don't waste it."

"Don't worry, Mr. Aber, I know what to do." Nadal nodded and turned around and ordered.

At the same time, Belfast also closed his mask and spread his flying wings behind him and flew to the sky.

Looking at Belfast flying with its wings spread, Abel's expression did not relax. Although he was very confident in Belfast, the weirdness shown by these orcs and the desolate gods behind them made Abel feel worried.

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Belfast went quickly, and he was also not slow to come back. After gathering his flying wings and falling to Gaoqiang, Belfast pushed away his face armor and reported to Eber: "Master, the orc army has no intention of sending troops. All orcs stay in their respective tents. I checked carefully and there were people in the tents. These orcs were not bluffing or had other moves."

"Oh? There are no other movements. Are you really staying in the camp honestly? This is really strange." After hearing Belfast's report, Eber frowned. The movements of the orcs' army were a little beyond his expectations, so he asked Belfast: "Apart from this, are there any other movements of the orcs?"

"In addition to the orcs who were staying in the camp, I saw a group of orc troops of about five hundred people arrived at their camp from the rear of the orc army camp and stationed, looking like reinforcements, but their size seemed to be thinner than the orcs, and they didn't look like a race." Seeing Abel ask, Belfast reported to Abel about the abnormality she saw.

"Don't look like an orc?" Abel felt even more strange when he heard Belfast say this: "The orc army is actually receiving reinforcements, so they are waiting for reinforcements if they don't attack today? But with their strong attack, it may not be impossible to take down the Frostwolf tribe. Why do you still have to wait for reinforcements? What's going on with these reinforcements that don't look like an orc?"

"His Excellency Abel, I think I know what the reinforcements that are not as big as orcs." Faced with Abel's question, Belfast had not answered yet, but Nadal, who was standing beside him, interrupted.

"Captain Nadal, do you know what these reinforcements are going on?" Abel and Belfast turned their eyes to him when they heard Nadal's words.

"Your Excellency Abel, you may have some misunderstandings about orcs. In fact, there are three types of orcs in the orc race." Nadal explained to them in the eyes of Abel and Belfast: "One is the orcs we are facing now. They are the strongest ones among the orcs. They mainly serve as warriors in the orc clan, and are also called strong orcs.

Another type is thinner than the strong orcs, about the same as ordinary humans. Such orcs are mainly used as laborers in the orc clan, responsible for the daily labor of orc clans and the cultivation of crops. Although they are ordinary orcs, they are called half orcs and have a low status among orcs. Because they cannot become real orc warriors, they are not regarded as real orcs.

As for the third type, they can basically be regarded as vassals of orcs. They are called goblins. Although they look the same as orcs, their size is less than half that of humans. Most of the time they just live around orcs and live with orcs. Sometimes they help half orcs cultivate the fields, collect some wild fruits or hunt some small animals. However, when food is short of food in winter, these goblins will also be used as reserve food in some more barbaric orc clans."

"Is the thinner one seen in Belfast a half-orc?" Eber asked him thoughtfully when he heard Nadal say this.

Nadal nodded and affirmed Eber's guess: "Yes, it should be the orcs. Their number is far more than that of the strong orcs. If the orcs send these orcs to the field, the situation we face may become more severe."

After saying that, Nadal's expression became a little solemn. Obviously, when the troops were not prevailing, the other side also obtained a large number of reinforcements, and the situation on his side became more and more serious.

"If you say this, it seems that the orcs want to do something with these orcs. So they did not attack today, and they should be waiting for the arrival of these orcs." Abel stroked his chin and fell into thinking. The orcs received unexpected reinforcements, which made Abel feel deeply troubled.

After thinking for a while, Aber asked Nadal again: "Captain Nadal, how powerful are these orcs in combat?"

"The combat power of the orcs is much inferior to that of the strong orcs, and is even almost the same as that of ordinary humans, but their number is very troublesome." Nadal couldn't help but smile on his face: "If an orc clan has five hundred strong orcs, he can at least have more than three times the orcs. As for goblins, there are not so many. Most orc clans do not like the existence of goblins very much because they are too noisy and can easily mess up things."

"Three times the half-orc? Even if it is only half, I feel very bad." Abel shook his head helplessly and looked at Belfast: "Belfast, how long will it take for the reinforcements of the Geralt patriarch to arrive?" Although he knew that it would take at least two days for the reinforcements of the Steel Leaf Tribe and the War Lizard Man to arrive, Abel couldn't help but want to ask again.

"If it's not today, there are two days left. The patriarch Geralt will bring 1,200 warriors from the Steel Leaf Tribe and 500 war lizard men as reinforcements." Belfast responded to Abel. Obviously, whenever Abel needs it, as a maid, she will respond to her master.

"It seems that we and the orcs are waiting for reinforcements. Now it depends on whose reinforcements are coming faster." Abel's eyes became serious, and he looked in the direction of the orc army camp like a hawk who discovered prey, and ordered Belfast: "Belfast, you said that the group of orcs you saw were only five hundred, right? Then I will work hard in the past two days, use your flying ability to fly to the rear of the orc army, and do your best to block the orc reinforcements."
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