Chapter 713: Victory of the Black Worm's Nest

When the attack was just launched, some people on the orc side had already noticed something was wrong.

The Black Worm's Nest is divided into two parts, the inner and outer parts. The inner city developed from the original settlement of humans, surrounded by solid walls, extending all the way to the dock.

The outer city is inhabited by many local natives who have come to seek refuge. Because of trade, there are people coming and going on weekdays.

But today it is quiet. Have people all run to the inner city?

When approaching, it is found that the gate of the inner city is closed. People with good eyesight observe the guards on the wall who are on guard.

Someone suggested to Gunther to cancel the attack, but Gunther, who was overwhelmed by deep hatred and huge temptation, rejected this suggestion and insisted on attacking according to the original plan.

His order was executed, and the strong orcs waved sticks, carried ladders for climbing the wall, and ran towards the inner city wall with howls.

Traps were triggered one after another on the road, and the defenders on the wall also shot at them.

The humans were indeed prepared, and the whizzing sound of crossbows and the banging sound of muskets were intertwined.

The attackers suffered a lot and suffered heavy casualties. Fortunately, they still managed to put the ladder on the wall.

As a new town, the walls of Black Worm's Nest are not high, and even the ladders made by the backward technology of the forest orcs can cope with it.

They rushed up with wooden shields. Just as their counterparts on the grassland are natural riders, these orcs who grew up in the forest are natural hunters. They have been climbing and shuttling in the dense woods since childhood and are extremely flexible.

But the human defenders on the wall, armed to the teeth, stopped them.

From the perspective of the forest orcs, it is not an exaggeration to say that the humans who appeared in front of them were armed to the teeth. They were wearing a full set of metal armor and a helmet covering their entire head. The swords in their hands were so bright that they could reflect the human figure.

Most of the orcs only had wooden sticks and stone spears, and they were wrapped in the fur of wild animals.

Facing the human defenders who had an absolute advantage in equipment, the orcs who climbed the wall were just giving up their lives one by one.

In addition to the sharp swords, the musketeers hiding behind continued to call out names and shoot deadly metal bullets.

The battle was very fierce, and the sound of fighting penetrated the dense woods outside the city, shaking up flocks of flying birds.

The attackers were very brave, but they did not make any progress.

Attacking the wall, retreating, attacking again, and retreating again, repeating this several times, only increased casualties.

Moreover, the number of humans was not as small as expected-this made the orc attackers particularly shocked. Unfortunately, they only discovered this after the battle was in a stalemate.

"Gunther, we can't fight anymore. I suggest retreating immediately!"

An orc leader with messy hair and many blood scabs anxiously found the young patriarch of the Blood Bull Tribe.

"Coward!" Gunther moved his eyes down from the tragic fortress wall and roared at the newcomer.

"As long as we hold on for a while, the humans on the wall will not be able to hold on, and then they will collapse and let us kill them. The wealth they have accumulated here will be within our reach."

Gunther's eyes were red, and his saliva was spurting wildly. His excitement made people wonder if he had fallen into some kind of hallucination.

The orc leader named Grosso frowned tightly, trying to swallow back a series of swear words that just came to his mouth.

He just said: "Your strategy didn't work at all! If the Black Worm Nest had only dozens of guards as you thought, that would be great. But now there are nearly 200 people standing on the wall alone. The humans didn't fall for your trick at all. Instead, they used this to set a trap and waited for us to foolishly get in."

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Gunther was angry. He suddenly jumped up, grabbed the front of Grosso's clothes and threw it hard. The huge force made the orc fly off the ground, rolled a few times and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Roar!" The people who came with Grosso had red eyes in an instant, and they waved their weapons to fight with Gunther.

"Stop it!" Grosso got up from the ground and laughed sarcastically: "Then you continue to fight here, brave Gunther." Then he ordered his subordinates: "Gather our people and leave this damn place as soon as possible."

"The guy who ruined the morale of the army!" Gunther showed his big knife - one of the few metal weapons in this team - and vowed to kill Grosso.

Seeing that the fight was about to start, the chaos and noise behind them stopped them. In the surprised eyes of everyone, dense figures appeared in the surrounding dense forest.

"Ahahaha! Those who came are all acquaintances!" A tall orc carrying a big axe walked to the front.

"Gramta? Why are you here?" Gunther asked loudly in confusion, "Are you going to join our hunt too?"

"Of course!" The man licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and looked Gunther up and down with his eyes shining, "And the prey I want is right in front of me."

"Hmph!" Gunther was a little unhappy, "I don't object to your participation, but the distribution of the spoils must be arranged by me, because I initiated this hunt."

"Oh?" Gratam's expression was half-smile.

"Idiot!" Grosso yelled when he realized something was wrong, "He wants to hunt us!" He now regretted why he cooperated with such a guy.

Gratam laughed and swung the long axe in his hand, and the orcs behind him swarmed up.

"How dare you?" Gunther almost exploded, anger occupied his whole body, and the difference from before was that it was also mixed with fear.

But his men were gathered under the city wall, and there was no time to rescue them, and the people brought by Gratam surrounded them tightly and attacked them fiercely.

Gunther waved his sword angrily and howled loudly to dispel the fear in his heart.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

But after a fierce battle, he and Grosso were both captured alive.

After learning that there was a problem in the rear, the attackers who had been exhausted by the battle without any progress almost collapsed instantly.

At this time, the city gate opened, and the humans rushed out, and they attacked from the front and back with the orcs who appeared from the forest. The guys who didn't have time to run could only be prisoners obediently.

"Lord Stanford." Gratam dragged Gunther, who was tied up, to Stanford and said happily, "This is my gift to you."

The young chief of the Blood Bull Tribe, who was very fierce just now, was beaten to death, and his eyes were swollen and couldn't open. Stanford just took a look and had someone take him away.

"You came too late!" He said dissatisfiedly, "If you were a little later, I guarantee that there would be no credit from you here. You don't think my people can't deal with them alone."

Feeling the severity of Stanford's tone, Gratam knelt on one knee respectfully, "I'm sorry, sir. You know, we have to ambush farther away so that they won't find us."

Before the battle began, Stanford ordered the orcs living in the outer city of the Black Worm's Nest to stay away from here, but if they want to come back quickly, they have to prove their loyalty through actions.

Gratam is the most prestigious person among these orcs.

Stanford doesn't believe the reasons he said. Maybe this guy is just watching and then joining the winning side.

"There is also a small gift." As if to appease Stanford's dissatisfaction, Gratam waved his hand, and another guy tied up was brought over.

"Ah, my dear friend." Stanford looked at the tied man with some regret, "Why are you with Gunther?"

The captive, Broghar, was embarrassed and bitter, "How did you know Gunther's real goal?"

"Dear Broghar, you don't think you are the only one in this forest who is willing to be friends with me?"

"And me!" Gratam came over with a smile.

Broghar looked depressed and stopped talking.

Stanford ignored him and cast his eyes into the depths of the forest.

What should be done next? According to the meaning of Lake Heart Town, some things should be done in advance.

As the most powerful indigenous force here, the Blood Bull Tribe must be taken down, and Gunther's reckless attack this time undoubtedly provides a good excuse.

Although Stanford has a good relationship with the tribal chieftain Asoye, personal feelings have to be put aside.