This time, the orcs really came out in full swing. They did not move their troops like the previous few times, and only sent a small number of troops to participate in the attack. It seemed that they had made up their minds to use the sea of ​​people to subdue the Frost Wolf Tribe.

Due to the limitations of the terrain, it was obvious that the orc army could not all pile under the high walls, and inevitably spread in the direction of the Thousand Needles Forest, showing a fan-shaped formation surrounding the high walls of the Frost Wolf Tribe.

The Cyclops, who had removed the large shield of the log, began to prepare for the attack. Several Cyclops carried a thick log, and the sharpened log seemed to be regarded as a siege hammer.

"It seems that these orcs have learned their lessons and know that siege can also hit the city gates in addition to climbing walls." Abel looked at the Cyclops' actions and was not worried about it: "If they had come up with this move yesterday, maybe it could cause trouble, today they can only accept their failure."

"Aren't all this within your expectations of Mr. Abel? I'm very curious, Mr. Abel, do you know prophecy? How did you know they were going to hit the door?" The Prophet Black Feather, who was standing next to Abel, asked Ebel with great interest. She was obviously interested in the tactical arrangements made by Abel last night.

"This is not a prophecy. In war, before the equipment has developed rapidly, the tactics can be adopted are very limited. As long as you are familiar with these tactics, it is not difficult to make targeted arrangements." Abel was very modest in the words of the Prophet Black Feather. He explained to the Prophet Black Feather: "In my hometown, a great military strategist said that the victory or defeat of a war depends on the preparations before the war begins. The more you prepare, the greater the chance of winning. When you can calculate all the opponent's movements and ideas, you have already won the war."

Under the high wall, the vanguard troops of the Cyclops and Orcs who were charging against each other gradually approached the high wall. Although the warriors of the Steel Leaf Tribe who were responsible for defense on the high wall were a little nervous, the Black Feather Prophet did not show any concern and continued to chat with Abl: "So, Mr. Abl, do you want to say that we have won this war?"

"About this, as a prophet, have you not met the result?" Abel smiled at the Prophet Black-Fail, and the mana between his hands began to condense. A spell was forming. The orcs and cyclops under the high wall were only a short distance away from the high wall. When the spell in Abel's hand formed and a huge fireball killed a Cyclops who were about to throw a javelin under the high wall, Abel said to the Prophet Black-Fail: "When the orcs pressed against the whole army in the way I expected, there was no suspense in this war."

However, the Black Feather Prophet nodded slightly and looked at the central army of the orcs, and said with a smile: "These orcs may not be able to easily follow the fate you set for them by Your Excellency Eber! Even the prey that is about to fall into the net will still struggle to death."

"Since Miss Laven, you say you are struggling to death, it's just futile after all." Looking at the group of clan leaders who rode their mounts back towards the high walls in the orcs, Abel shook his head helplessly: "The beheading tactic is simple and efficient, but after it has been used once and lost its suddenness, the effect of this tactic has been greatly reduced, and they think I am really unprepared?"

With Abel's words, Belfast and Geralt appeared beside him.

"I heard from Regoul that the orcs' clan leader is very powerful, so you must see it today!" Change into a well-made armor made by the magic workshop, Geralt swung the double-edged battle axe in his hand, and a fanatical fighting spirit emerged on his face. Being able to meet a even opponent is a dream for the warriors.

For Geralt, after being promoted to Legend, he had not encountered an opponent who could be evenly matched with him. The first opponent after Legend was Belfast, but he was taught a lesson by Belfast. The second opponent was Laugzde, but the God of War Lizard was an opponent he could not defeat, which made Geralt so far without encountering an opponent who could fight evenly with him.

Looking at the orc clan leader who was getting closer, Abel suddenly found four orcs in different dresses from them. One of them was the leader of the Blood Axe clan he had seen. In addition to the red battle axe he originally held, he had an evil black battle axe in his other hand, filling the red battle axe he had lost.

Since the leader of the Blood Axe clan has appeared, the identities of the other three people around him are easy to guess. However, except for the old orc, the leader of the Evil Yue clan, what really surprised Abel was the distorted and deformed apostle Gewush who was waving the tentacles on his face.

Seeing the Apostle Geush appeared, Eber couldn't help but frown and said to Geralt and Belfast beside him: "You can't let these guys climb up the city and stop them!"

"Affect your will!" Belfast has always carried out Abel's orders without fail. The maid with open flying wings jumped down from the high wall, glided slightly in the air for a while, and landed in front of the orc clan leaders who were charging forward, blocking their way.

Following Belfast, Geralt also jumped down. For the legendary warrior, the high wall could not be an obstacle. Although he couldn't jump up, there was no problem with jumping down. He bent his knees slightly to remove the momentum. While Geralt rushed towards Belfast, he waved his battle axe and cut off the knee of a Cyclops. When he knelt down, he cut off his throat with an axe blade.

Killing the Cyclops, Geralt stopped beside Belfast with a blood-stained battle axe, staring at the leader of the orc tribe who also stopped, exuding the aura of a legendary powerful man, and seemed eager to try it out.

Compared to Belfast, who has the ability to fly and Geralt who is not very concerned about his image or jump directly, it is obvious that the Black Feather Prophet is unlikely to be like them. However, as a legendary strong man who has lived for hundreds of years, the Black Feather Prophet also has his own strength. However, before she went down, she looked at Abel and asked him: "Do you need me to take you for a ride?"
Chapter completed!