Chapter 94 I Say, the Empire Will Win

Defending a city only by guarding the walls is to seek death, this is a very simple truth.

Unless it is a fortress or a fortress that is full of weapons and combatants from the inside to the outside, you can try to survive in it until the end of time, and even if there is enough food, you can try to survive until you die of old age.

For example, the castles in the Middle Ages in Europe.

Otherwise, you will completely turn yourself into a passive person, like lying dead and letting the grass grow. No matter what the other party does, you can only accept your fate.

And what about the Trial Ring? He doesn't even have the right to lie dead. This town says that it is already a high EQ that he doesn't have tall walls. In fact, this place only has simple fences, and the defense measures are at the level of North American natives, or even worse.

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

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the Trial Ring in the past when all races gathered, the Trial Ring seems too quiet these days.

Whether it is orcs, draenei, or the more mysterious arakkoa, when they come to the Ring of Trials to enjoy the gladiatorial fights held by the ogres, they will be rejected with excuses such as "the Ring of Trials is temporarily closed".

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

The soldiers picked up spears, axes and hammers, and some even had only a stick. There were all kinds of messy weapons. Uniform equipment? That's thinking too much. For these pariahs, they can only thank the kindness of the King of Witchcraft for having a mouthful of broth.

Goria is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. This Draenor version of the Roman Empire is already yesterday's flower. Even when the ogres asked for reinforcements from Highmaul in the face of the military threat of Grobler Castle, they only got more than 1,000 pariahs of uneven quality and more than 200 regular soldiers.

It's like the garbage thrown out by the big men in the city to reduce the burden on the city.

Under the purple flag representing the authority of the King of Witchcraft, following the centurion's order, the ogres lined up in the duel arena, while the mages of the Trial Ring gathered together separately.

"They don't seem to care about our lives at all." On the high platform of the arena, Crazy Jon made a shocking statement. His complaint made his partner Sokota Iron Skull feel the same way. "I think we should just go back to Highmaul."

As famous arena hosts, the two of them are also very famous in Highmaul. I believe that even if they give up the Trial Ring, they will not become pariahs on the streets begging for food.

"That makes sense." Crazy Jon nodded.

"If you ask me, we should just wait for them to set off and run away with our men, relying on these pariahs." He looked at the idiots who were standing crookedly in the stands with contempt, "It's a miracle if we can win."

These skinny pariahs can't even line up if they don't use whips, let alone let them fight the orcs.

Perhaps, during the battle, the Warsong orcs will ride on agile war wolves and charge forward on the grasslands of Nagrand. The lower jaw of each war wolf will be stained with the blood from the belly of the ogre, and the head of the ogre will be hung on their necks.

"What are you talking about?" Commander Valoya from Highmaul arrived late.

He is the actual commander of this army. Compared with the other centurions who temporarily recruited untouchables, he and his ogre soldiers who are elite compared to the untouchables are the core force of this army.

"We say..." Crazy Jon hesitated, thinking about how to deceive this kid.

"Say the Empire will win!" Sokota responded quickly.

"Well." Valoya nodded, and he raised his hand arrogantly to the place where the slaves were imprisoned in the arena, "I believe there will be a lot more slaves here when we come back."

Are you pretending to be nm?

If you are so capable, would you be sent out by Highmaul to die?

At this moment, in his heart, Crazy Jon had already cursed the bastard in front of him.

Looking at Valoya turning away, Crazy Jon spat, "We can't stay here anymore. Go back and pack up your things later. I'll go gather the servants. The faster we run, the better."

"Where's the saber-toothed tiger man?" Sokota asked, "The one called Claw."

"I don't care about him! Let him die with that ignorant fool in the hands of the orcs. We can't be like them."

Of course, Valoya didn't know their plan. At this time, he had already led his soldiers to confidently prepare to preemptively raid the orc troops of Grobler Castle.

At the same time, Nergo's army was also ready to go.

In Grobler Castle, including 500 "Orcs", Nergo has more than 1,700 soldiers under his command. Excluding 300 soldiers responsible for defending Grobler Castle, the remaining more than 1,200 soldiers appeared on the road to the Trial Ring in neat and fully armed.

Walking on the road, Nergo had less and less hope for these saber-toothed tigers. Should we say that they are worthy of being the cannon fodder monster race in the background?

There are only 500 people in total. Compared with the march of the orcs, they don't look like an army at all. The 500 people are sparse like herdsmen preparing to go to the market. If you look down from the sky, they are like a worm crawling on the map.

"It seems that we must let them know what the iron fist of the nomads is." Nergo wanted to send an overseer... no, it was the overseer who whipped them hard with a whip, but he suddenly had an idea.

Maybe they can be used as skirmishers. You can't fight in formation, but can't you rush in all at once? As for the casualty ratio, as long as they survive, they are useful talents and can be trained. If they don't survive, they can only be called trash.

Thinking of this, he even put down the whip that had been raised.

It doesn't matter if the saber-toothed tigers are trash. Anyway, he didn't expect them to make much contribution.

About 5 hours later, Nergo and his soldiers rushed to a small river, and the soldiers set up camp skillfully.

At this time, the news from the scout came.

"King Nergo, Lady Sylvanas, according to the investigation, the ogre army is less than 10 kilometers away from us and is heading towards our camp."

"It's interesting. I haven't attacked them yet, but they are preparing to attack me?" Nergo looked at him with interest, "Have you caught their scouts?"

"Uh, King, ogres generally don't have soldiers responsible for scout work." The scout replied in a low voice.

"Oh?" Nergo was stunned for a moment, but he was not embarrassed. Instead, he chuckled and said, "It seems to be my fault. I overestimated them."

"But don't take it lightly. Maybe they used their brains this time?" Although Nergo despised their military ability, he couldn't rely on his opponent's stupidity to win. He would be the one who would be stupid. "Go, continue to explore. If there are enemy scouts, capture them. In addition, inform me as soon as there is news about the ogre."

"Yes." The scout saluted and quickly disappeared from Nergo's sight.

"All soldiers, work harder. I want to see a camp that is strong enough for defense within an hour!" Nergo ordered.