The chapter of life is gently turned up, and the next is the moment when writing the trajectory of life.

"Amander, how long will it take for your army to attack the city gate?"

Chester's lost eyes were concentrated on a half-tiger man with a tiger head and a face that was not shocked.

"Three days, in another three days, the city of Visilla will be broken!" Amander's eyes flashed with anger. As a senior executive of the Orc tribe, he had many wolf riders under his command, but now, they are all gone!

"Okay, just three days, give me two thousand centaur archers. I will take my army to block these human lords for three days. In three days, I will see Visilla become a blood city!"

Chester's gaze looked away with a stalemate, which was the direction of the destruction of the wolf rider.

"Sorry, our Centaur tribe decided to withdraw from this year's hunting."

Roald, the great elder of the centaur tribe, said calmly, "The situation of war has already begun to unpredictable directions. For the sake of the vital interests of the tribe, Roald felt that it was time to end the game.

Their centaur tribe has a weak foundation. If it weren't for not having enough food to survive the cold winter this time, the centaur tribe would not want to go through this muddy water.

For the centaur tribe with weak foundation, the orcs dare not provoke them, but the strength of the human race is also engraved in their memories from generation to generation.

This time, after following the orc army, he got enough food all the way. If the battle goes well, Roald would not mind helping the orcs more, and he would also gain more benefits for the tribe.

But now it is obvious that things cannot be done. The battle situation has been out of their control, so it is best to protect yourself.

As Roald said, Chester's lost eyes suddenly flashed with a flash of light, and a faint murderous aura filled with him.

"It's profitable, so I jumped up with a smile. Now that I'm facing difficulties, I want to escape. Elder Roald is very good at calculating!"

Chester smiled strangely, and as he spoke, his strong body had moved to Roald's body and took out a hand axe from his back, his eyes full of hostility.

"This battle will lead to death and no life!"

Chester pointed the blade of the hand axe that flashed white light at the neck of Roald, the elder of the Centaur tribe. What it means is already obvious.

"You...rude!"

Roald felt the chill in his neck and his heart was beating. He had thought that he would encounter resistance when parting ways with the orcs, but he really didn't expect that the rude orcs would force him directly.

Roald was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He stared at Chester's muddy gaze and suddenly sighed softly.

If he really turned against the orc group now, the thousands of young and strong elite centaurs who he brought out from the Forest of Death would probably be killed by the rude orcs in less than a stick of incense.

The centaur clan has always been famous for riding and shooting, but his close combat ability is relatively weak. At least he must not compete with the orc clan with thick skin.

Nowadays, centaur archers are mixed with half-orcs. If it is really because of his great elder that thousands of elite centaurs have suffered casualties, they will have the original intention of losing Roald.

So, under the pressure of Chester, Roald could only nod indifferently.

Chester called more than 2,000 elite centaurs, and the people in his tribe were almost tens of thousands of people. He wanted to use the flesh and blood of these tens of thousands of orcs and centaurs to withstand the three-day violent attacks of more than 50,000 human lords coalition forces.

It would be worthwhile to win over Visilia for his companion Armand. As long as Visilia is taken, it would be worth it even if his 10,000 people were wiped out.

From the beginning, Chester was ready to die before he could survive. When his anger was in full swing, he sometimes needed to vent his anger.

The method of catharsis used by Chester is to fight, fight, fight non-stop!

Life is immortal, and the battle continues.

Death in the battlefield is also a manifestation of supreme glory!

Chester thought his tribe should be like him, needing to fight to calm his anger, and needing to dye the flags red with blood to create a myth of glory!

He felt the high morale of the army under his command with satisfaction, and felt calm in his heart. This is the posture and morale that his army should maintain, fearlessness!

......

"Huh, I wasn't seen by those guys at last."

A seemingly old half-fox man was behind his back with his hands, and looked around with his eyes, and confirmed that there was no trace of the half-orc, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought that this time I would follow Lord Chester to attack Visilla City and enjoy supreme glory and wealth, but who would have thought that when success was about to be within reach, another bolt from the blue came.

Those tall and mighty wolf cavalry were really destroyed like this. Amos thought with lingering fear. He had always believed that these wolf cavalry were symbols of invincibility, and on this plain, he had tortured many human armies.

But the three thousand bloodthirsty and strong wolf cavalry were wiped out, and then the human army came together. The entire plain was full of human army wearing hard and sharp legs. How spectacular and open it was.

Although Amos was extremely hopeful that the orc army could defeat these human coalition forces and then successfully conquer the city of Visilla, bringing him supreme wealth.

But sometimes it must be more realistic. The coalition of the orcs, barbarians and centaur tribes is indeed in vain.

Although I don’t know why Lord Chester still insists, from Amos’s perspective, the existing coalition of three tribes no longer has enough foundation to fight head-on with the human race.

The war has been decided from the moment the wolf cavalry was destroyed. This is the home court of the human race after all. They have almost endless support, but what about their orcs? If an elite orc dies, it will be really dead and can no longer be replenished.

Now, stop when you see it is better, and return to the Forest of Death with the plundered food along the way. The battle will be the king of war next year.

Although that little food is not enough to allow the entire orc group to survive the cold winter, as long as the old and weak are driven away, only the young and strong are retained, and endurance can still be overcome. As long as you overcome this cold winter, there is hope, and hope can continue to strengthen the orc group.

This is the way of survival recognized in Amos' heart, but he dared not listen to these words with Chester. Now Chester has been covered by anger. Can he, a humble half-fox man, get into this person's ears?

After thinking about it carefully, Amos felt very sad. He was obviously full of ideas, but he was not reused, wasting his great talent in vain...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!