Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

Guarding the city and only guarding the wall is looking for death, which is a very simple truth.

Unless it is a fortress, fortress, which is full of weapons and equipment and combatants from the inside out, you can try to survive in it, and even if there is enough food, you can try to survive until you die.

For example, castles in the European Middle Ages.

Otherwise, you will completely turn yourself into passivity, which is comparable to lying on a corpse, no matter what the other party does, you can only accept your life.

And what about the Ring of Trials? He doesn't even have the right to lie on the corpse, the town says that he doesn't have a tall wall is already high emotional intelligence, in fact, this place has a simple fence, the defensive measures are the level of the indigenous people of North America, and even close.

In view of this situation, the ogres of the Ring of Trials decided to take the initiative and fight Nergo's orc army head-on.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the Ring of Trials where all races gathered in the past, the Ring of Trials these days seemed too quiet.

Whether it is orcs, Delaney, or more mysterious crows, when they come to the Ring of Trials to enjoy the gladiatorial fights held by ogres, they are rejected under the pretext that "the Ring of Trials is temporarily closed".

Until today, the eerie silence of the town began to dissipate, the bells of the gladiatorial arena rang endlessly, and the deep voice sent a signal to the ogres in the town.

The soldiers took up spears and axes and hammers, some even had only a stick, all sorts of messy weapons, uniformly equipped? That's too much to think about, and for these untouchables to have a mouthful of broth to drink, thanks to the benevolence of the king of witchcraft.

Gauria is long gone, this Delano version of the Roman Empire is long yesterday, even if the ogre faced the military threat of Fort Grobler and asked for reinforcements from Fort Hanging Hammer, he only got more than 1,000 untouchables of uneven quality and more than 200 regular soldiers.

It's as if the big guys in the city are throwing out garbage to lighten the burden on the city.

Under the purple banner representing the authority of the King of Witchcraft, the ogres lined up in the duel arena with the order of the centurion, and the mages of the Ring of Trials gathered alone.

"They don't seem to care if we live or die." On the high platform of the arena, the madman Jon spoke in surprise, and his complaints made his partner Sokota next to him. Tie Yue felt the same way, "I think we might as well go back to the Hanging Hammer Fort directly." "

As a famous gladiatorial arena host, the two of them are also very famous in the Hanging Hammer Castle, and I believe that even if they give up the Ring of Trials, they will not be untouchables on the street.

"Makes sense." Madman Jon nodded.

"If I want to say, we might as well take the people away when they leave, just rely on these untouchables." He looked at the crooked fools in the audience who even stood in line, "If you can win, you will have a ghost." "

Don't let these thin pariahs let them fight the orcs, if they don't use the whip, they won't even be in line.

Perhaps, when the war is at war, the warsong orcs will ride on the agile wolves and charge forward on the steppes of Nagran. The jaws of each wolf will be stained with the blood on the ogre's belly, and their necks will also have the ogre's head hanging from their neck.

"What are you talking about?" The commander Valoya, who came from Fort Hanging Mallet, was belated.

He is the de facto commander of this force, and he and his ogre soldiers, who are elite compared to the untouchables, are the core of this army compared to the rest of the centurions who recruit untouchables temporarily.

"We said..." the madman Jon thought about how he had fooled the kid.

"Say Empire Wansheng!" Sokota quickly responded.

"Hmm." Valoa nodded, and he arrogantly raised his finger to the location of the slaves in the arena, "I believe that when we return, there will be many more slaves here." "

What about you pretending to be nm?

If you are so capable, you will be sent out by the Hanging Hammer Fort to die?

At this moment, in the heart of the madman Jon, he had already scolded the bastard in front of him with a bloody squirt.

Looking at Valoa who turned to leave, the madman Jon took a sip, "This place can't stay, when you go back to pack your things, I'll go and gather the servants, the faster we run, the better."

"What about the Bladed Tiger Man?" Sokota asked, "It's the one called Razon."

"I'll call him dead!" Let him die at the hands of the orcs with that silly boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, we can't be like them. Of

course, the plans of the two of them were unknown to Valoa, and he was already leading his soldiers to confidently prepare to raid the orc troops of Fort Grobler.

At the same time, Nairgo's army was also ready.

In Fort Grobler, counting the 500 "Beast Allied Army" Nelgo, there were more than 1,700 soldiers under his command, excluding 300 soldiers responsible for defending Fort Grobler, and the remaining 1,200 soldiers appeared in the road to the Ring of Trials in a neatly dressed and fully armed manner.

Walking on the road, Nairgo is less and less expected of these bladed tiger people, should it be said that it is worthy of the cannon fodder wild monster race in the background?

There were only five hundred people in total, and compared to the march of the orcs, they did not look like an army, and the five hundred people were like herders preparing to go to the gathering, and if you looked down from the sky, they were like a worm wriggling on the map.

"It seems that they must be let know what the iron fist of a nomad is." Nairgo wanted to send an overseer... Ah no, it was the overseer who whipped them hard, but he suddenly had an idea.

Maybe they can be used as skirmishers, you won't fight in formations, and you won't rush to the face? As for the battle loss ratio, anyway, as long as you survive, it is a talent that can be used, you can try to cultivate, if you can't survive, you can only say that they are waste.

Thinking of this, even the whip that had been raised was silently lowered by him.

Blade Tooth Tiger Man waste is waste, anyway, he didn't expect them to do much.

About five hours later, Nairgo and his men arrived by a small river, where the soldiers skillfully set up camp.

Just then, the news of the scout came.

"Lord Nairgo, Lady Sylvanas, according to detection, the ogre's army is less than 10 kilometers away from us and is advancing towards the camp where we are."

"It's funny, I haven't attacked them yet, they're going to attack me?" Nelgo looked at him with interest, "Have you caught their scout?"

"Uh, king, ogres generally don't have soldiers in charge of scouting." Scout replied in a low voice.

"Oh?" Nairgo was stunned, not embarrassed, but chuckled: "It seems to be my fault, I overestimated them wrongly."

"But don't take it lightly, maybe they used their brains this time?" Although Nairgo despised their military capabilities, he could not rely all his hopes of victory on the stupidity of his opponent, which was really stupid on him, "Go, continue to investigate, if there is an enemy scout, catch it, in addition, the news about the ogre will notify me as soon as possible."

"Yes." The scout gave a military salute and quickly disappeared from Nairgo's sight.

"All soldiers, work hard, in an hour I will see a camp here that is enough for defense!" Nairgo ordered.