Chapter 95: The Two Armies Fight

The barracks were built very quickly. With the full cooperation of the soldiers, the orcs quickly built a camp here where the orcs could turn the encounter into a defensive battle.

Nergo stood on the hillside near the barracks, looking at the large group of ogres not far away, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart, "Can such scattered soldiers be called soldiers? Even the tribes of the Broken Intestines are more like them."

It seems that although the ogres have an inland sea, worship purple, and the ruler is called the head of state, and the clothes and buildings are similar to those of Rome, from the perspective of soldiers, these eccentrics may not be able to touch the Roman legions.

Of course, it is also possible that the eccentrics he fought were the ogres.

Behind him, seven shamans lined up and chanted. These are all the shamans currently in Groblerburg. They are all covered with animal skins and war drums hanging around their waists. From the outside, they can be said to be mysterious but down-to-earth shamans.

They were arranged by Nergo. Since the ogre mages were strong, they would use shamans to suppress them and force the opposing mages to fight with the shamans under Nergo.

Let's see who has the better skills.

"Are you all ready?" Nergo asked them. They were different from Nergo. Nergo's mastery and affinity with the wind element was far higher than theirs. He could cast spells without preparation, but these shamans could not.

They nodded one by one. Nergo beat the war drum on his waist rhythmically. Several of them followed suit and released bloodthirsty magic to the soldiers in the camp one by one.

In front of the tent built in the military camp, Sylvanas felt the blessing of magic on her body. She looked at Nergo from a distance, but found that he was also paying attention to her. She smiled, nodded to him, and then turned and left.

Nergo retracted his gaze, "Don't take action before you find the location of the ogre mage."

"Yes, my king."

"It's almost time..." he muttered in his heart.

At this time, the ogre team had already seen the outline of the orc camp. Valoya pulled out the war hammer from his waist and shouted loudly: "Smash the orcs and flatten the camp!"

It was useless to tell these untouchables so clearly. Just use a whip to tell them where to hit people. Anyway, their walnut-sized brains can only understand this.

The soldiers only need to know his orders, and don't need to know anything else.

"Smash the orcs!"

The ogres couldn't wait any longer. If they were not afraid of Valoya's whipping, they would have rushed over impatiently to kill all the dwarf orcs.

In this era, whipping soldiers to make them afraid is also a common military strategy. Harsh punishment can always make soldiers understand what to do specifically.

Countless thunderous war roars came from the ogre team. This sound made the orcs' hearts sink immediately. They knew that the ogres had launched a charge.

Although their formation was scattered, even Nergo had to admit that the momentum of these monsters, which were comparable to human tanks, when they charged was really scary. Even the thinnest one among them was more than a circle larger than the ordinary orcs, and the large body usually meant sufficient strength. In front of the charge of these heavy players, ordinary people's feet would be as heavy as lead and uncontrollable.

Fortunately, after the training of Nergo and Sylvanas, the orc soldiers formed a tight formation, holding up large shields and guarding the door of the camp steadily, even the saber-toothed tigers did the same.

With comrades around them, large shields in front of them, and strict military law behind them, the soldiers of Grobler Castle were not afraid, but just watched the ogres rushing up quietly.

Let alone ordinary ogres, even Valoya was a little confused. They were fighting orcs today? Shouldn't the orcs shout lok-tar, ogar, and rush over, and the two sides of the macho men passionately killed each other?

What are these guys holding big shields? Could it be that the Blackrock orcs have logged in from another place?

Something is wrong.

At this moment, a long horn sounded in the orc camp, as if responding to the roar of the ogres.

"Archers, get ready!" Sylvanas commanded the soldiers in the camp who were armed with bows and arrows and equipped with javelins. Under the cover of the front-line infantry, they were ready to shoot.

There were not many archers, only fifty of them. They were elites that Sylvanas had strictly trained according to the standards of the ranger troops of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. Compared with them, the archers of the orcs were more suitable to be called hunters.

But they seemed to call themselves hunters...

"Shoot!" The archers who heard the order quickly shot a rain of arrows at the dense group of ogres. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, these dozens of arrows fell into the bodies of the ogres.

There was almost no need to aim. Their huge bodies made it as easy to shoot at moving targets as fixed targets. In other words, the arrows seemed to be sucked by their fat bodies, and it was difficult to miss.

But this did not mean that these archers played a big role. They were few in number and the skin and flesh of the ogres were thick. Even if several arrows appeared on the body of an ogre at the same time, it would not affect his continued angry charge. These brainless and hateful monsters did not care about her archers at all. These archers could only play a harassment role.

Sylvanas shook her head. The power of these arrows and the number of archers made it impossible for them to become the main force in this battle. If they did not use javelins, they would be a group of atmosphere.

But what does it matter to me, the Ranger Sylvanas, that the archer is a rookie? She found a target of her own, a one-eyed ogre, with an iron helmet on his ugly head and armor with ogre characteristics on his body, which may mean that he is a regular soldier, not a slave-like thing.

He walked with his head held high, full of confidence, and there were two or three arrows stuck in his thick skin.

She aimed at the target and shot the arrow neatly into his ugly one eye.

He was rushing towards the orcs like everyone else, and maybe he was dreaming of killing everyone in his mind, but the sudden arrow broke his fantasy. The last thing on the battlefield was dead people, dead people like him.

# That arrow ruined my dream of being a general

Sylvanas's face did not change when she saw the soulless ogre corpse lying on the ground. It should be so, isn't it?

As the distance got closer, Sylvanas ordered the soldiers to switch to javelins. Under this order, the archers gave up the bows that could only be used for harassment and switched to javelins that had greater damage.

"Mage! Mage!" Valoa yelled. He wanted the mages to use arcane magic, evocation magic... who cares? Any magic would do, anyway, they had to blow up the orcs' defenses!

The ogre mages were naturally powerful. These spellcasters, wearing silk and holding staffs, gathered together, chanting and waving their staffs, and beams of light hit the orcs.