Perhaps most people think this is stupid, and even Raphael doesn't fully agree with these somewhat foolish practices. But Raphael respected and admired this kind of people, at least they were willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of their ideals without regrets.

It's just that everyone didn't believe Bradley's statement, thinking that it was just a cover-up by the fighter in order not to be too embarrassed.

Seeing that the crowd ignored him, Bradley did not continue, but stood quietly to the side, his head bowed, not knowing what was going on in his mind. Maybe it was the words Fabio had said to him, maybe it was the bottle of potion that Raphael had given him, or maybe it was the worry that Klaten was just dead.

Dybala Ottore was worried about the orcs at this time, and he didn't have the extra mood to appease the newly frustrated general. Following Myron Kellogg's words, he said, "There are not many defense weapons left in Blackstone City. The best way to do this is to use local materials, and let the soldiers first take some rolling stones from the Kariz Rift to use as a defense weapon. ”

Dybala Ottore looked rather bad when he said this, and if they still had Bloomerta in their hands now, none of these things would be so bad.

"Do you want to turn to that one for help?" Myron Kellogg said this in a low voice.

"......" Dybala Ottore lowered his eyes slightly, and finally nodded. The more you guard, the more chance you have to win. ”

……

Klaten walked lightly on the snow, the thick snow not leaving his shallow footprints.

All the way into the orc camp, the orcs on the road saluted one after another, and no one dared to stand in front of him. Just looking at this slightly staggering pace, these orcs looked a little surprised, they didn't expect this one to be so seriously injured.

"Master." Gently lifting the curtain, Clatten stepped inside. Looking at Lothom, who was meditating with a knife in the center.

"Met an opponent?" Lothom scattered the momentum on his body and spoke slowly.

"Yes." Claten found a place to sit down.

"Is the opponent strong?" Lothom lifted his somewhat loose eyelids and looked at Klarten.

"Weaker than me, but the opponent attacked and defended well, so I only won by a small margin." Claten recounted the events in a very calm tone, as if he were looking at them through the eyes of an outsider.

"But the price of your victory is not small, although you have killed a lot, but your experience is still a lot worse. Knives are not just used to kill. It can also be used to save yourself, so do you understand the meaning of what I said to you at the time? Lothom bared his yellow teeth and said softly.

"Understood." Claten nodded heavily.

"With your state, even if you have to leave, I'm afraid it's not easy." Lothom was clearly interested in the matter, and finally asked aloud.

"Someone wanted me alive, so I came back." Claten was a taciturn man, but he wasn't a stupid guy. On the contrary, he is smart. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to comprehend those sword moves so quickly.

"In this way, there may really be some force on the human side that we don't know is pushing or assisting behind." Lothom immediately got to the point from Klarten's answer.

The fact that the Ottore royal family would not have allowed someone like Claten to return so easily, and the fact that he came back so easily proves that there is a third party involved.

"Which side will it be?" Lothom's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he originally thought that this matter was already nine out of ten, but he didn't expect that it would be complicated at this moment.

"You have a good rest here first, and I'll go out." Lothom felt the need to share this information with others so that they could think about how to respond.

"Yes." Claten nodded, and watched Lothom walk out of the tent. Spread out a piece of parchment in the palm of your hand, then dissolve into a pile of scraps.

……

There was a knock on Raphael's door, and Myron Kellogg walked in from the outside. Dybala Ottore knew that Raphael had a good relationship with the Red Knight, the goddess of strategy, as evidenced by the goddess's willingness to open a temple in Raphael when he was not strong.

And Myron Kellogg, as a believer in the Red Knight, the goddess of strategy, can naturally know more. The two sides not only have a good relationship, but also carry out a lot of cooperation.

"Rare guest, rare guest." When Raphael saw the visit, a smile appeared on his face.

"Sir, don't bury me, as a guest of the goddess, how can I afford to be called a rare guest?" Myron Kellogg shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

"I was also taken care of at St. Helier Harbour at that time, otherwise my plan would not have been so easily realized." Raphael took a glass of juice and drank it, the tea was not brewed by the little maid Louisa and Emma Swift, and the taste was always not right for his taste buds.

"Don't dare, it's really my honor to be able to help you." Myron Kellogg dared to ask for credit, and repeatedly said no.

"It seems that you are here to be a merchant this time, tell me, what is Ottore XII going to buy this time?" These people are busy dealing with the attack of the orcs, and Myron Kellogg, who is the chief strategist, is running to him at this time, so he must have asked for it.

"City defense weapons." Myron Kellogg saw that Raphael asked directly, and he did not hide it, and said the purpose of the trip straightforwardly.

"City defense weapons? You're really treating me like a supplier. ”

Raphael's response disappointed Myron Kellogg slightly, and it seemed that there was nothing more that the adult could do to help them.

"However, I came here to be a supplier. Say, what do you want? Raphael had the face of a profiteer, as if looking at a lamb to the slaughter. He then tossed a roll of parchment to Myron Kellogg.

After some bargaining, the two sides finalized the price of the goods. The city's defense weapons came from Jack Kenway's sea fishing. It is not known which country it was shipped to for use, and because Raphael's city defense was sufficient, these things have been piled up in the storage ring.

Anyway, the Ottore royal family lacks everything now, and the only thing that is not lacking may be money. Although it is ostensibly a balance of payments, if an empire can only break even, it is too miserable.

……

On the other side, the orcs are also in full swing preparing for the attack.

After speculating that there was another unknown force in the human camp, they decided to fight a quick battle in order to break through the cowardly walls of humanity in one fell swoop.

"Although this battle was very hasty and reckless, the test of the day before yesterday also showed that humanity is indeed weak at this moment. How could our valiant orc warriors be able to stand still because of such a small setback? Lothom's sound was deafening, as if a drum had been struck next to their ears.

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

Obviously, the orcs have not forgotten the orc warriors who died on seven sides, and they must occupy the other side's wall. to be able to comfort them, so that they will not disappoint their gods.

"Orcs!" This time, even without a map, the soldiers could easily feel the sound of the ground shaking, and besides, the deafening roar could be heard from several kilometers away, as if others did not know that they were coming.

The city defense weapons provided to them by Raphael were not fully assembled before they faced the attack from the orcs, and it can only be said that this wave of operations by the orcs was really on time.

"This kind of fight really doesn't look interesting at all." Having seen a lot of scenes, Raphael felt that this kind of collision of low-level soldiers was really unsightly. As long as he is willing, with his eighth-order strength, if he wants to clear these guys, he won't even need ten seconds.

Well, someone has long forgotten when they were forced to do so in the first place, let alone a group. Even picking one of them would be enough to kill him.

"Huh? It seems that the orcs are not just playing this attack! Raphael stood up from the chair, and a very strong aura suddenly erupted from the window, judging from the feeling of strength alone, this guy should be at the peak strength of the seventh order.

"That's just starting to get a little interesting, it's so disrespectful to the audience to make a little fuss or something!" Raphael hurriedly pulled the chaise longue over, a war to decide whether the Ottore royal family was defeated or not, the battle for the survival of the family, no matter how it was, he had to do his best.

Lothom, this time, in order to be able to settle the situation with one move, he even chose to go directly into battle. Anyway, they already occupy more than ninety percent of the area of Kargils, and even if they destroy this area, it won't do any harm to them. As long as the humans are expelled, this little loss is completely acceptable.

Not only him, but also the orc high-level people who came for this matter around him have also put on the battle. This made the entire orc army imposing, as if they were already standing on the walls of the human race and hoisting their flags.

Here in the Ottore royal family, Dybala Ottore also replaced his luxurious light coat, and he has put on a set of bright red armor, and the red cloak behind him is embroidered with the Emblem of the Ottore royal family, and a sense of bravery appears. The Red Guards turned their horses and prepared to open the battle with a charge.

The gates were slowly opened, and the Red Guard generals bore the brunt of the attack, consolidating their ranks outside the walls. These people put a spear under their armpits, "Didn't say it, for Your Majesty, for Ottore, charge!" ”

There are no words of encouragement, in this kind of battlefield, any words are superfluous, only hold the weapon in your hand, strengthen the faith in your heart, and then attack, charge!

The horses' eyes were covered with a black cloth, but everyone knew very well that there were not many chances of surviving this charge. But no one chose to retreat, only the neighing of horses and the smoke in the streets, and the determination in the eyes of the soldiers was enough to move people.

Heaven to the left, warriors to the right!

In the face of these human knights, the orcs did not choose to retreat, and the giant axe in their hands had already been raised. Behind them, the centaurs had already raised their longbows, and these centaurs were muscular, and they all wore a black mask on the top of their heads, which looked like a bandit's scarf.

At the same time, there is a sharp sword at the waist, which looks majestic and fierce!

Centaurs, as the best light cavalry among the orcs, they have the meaning of coming and going like the wind. And these heavily armored centaurs obviously don't just know how to shoot arrows with bows, as can be seen from the scars on their arms, they are definitely good at hand-to-hand combat.

The bowstring trembled, and one after another sharp arrows broke out of the string and hit the charging cavalry.

The accuracy of these arrows was so astonishing that it almost hit the rider backwards as if he had been hit by a heavy object, and he was instantly unconscious.

Simply these centaurs were no more than a hundred people, and they did not directly block the attack of the Red Guards.

The faces of the orc warriors revealed determination and bloodthirstiness, and before they could make contact, they had already thrown the giant axe in their hands. They are not without rivals in the Shadom Plateau, where the environment is terrible and there are many ethnic groups. There are many races that have been conquered by them, and there are many races that have fought against them.

This kind of perennial constant war sharpened the will of these orc warriors and enriched their combat experience.

These giant axes weighed more than a hundred pounds, and with the great strength of the orcs, they suddenly set off a bloody storm in the ranks of the Red Guards, and the necks of the horses were thrown out in an instant. Even if he was wearing heavy armor, under this gravity, there was still a sound of the sternum shattering from below.

But the charge did not stop there, and the horses continued to march with inertia, slamming into the bodies of the orcs in front of them, and the spears stabbed into them like a string of sugar gourds.

In the face of the orc soldiers without armor, the 'sharp' and 'penetrating' enchantments on the spear exert an extremely amazing effect.

This charge directly reduced the Red Guards by two-thirds, and the remaining soldiers gathered the reins, drew their weapons on one side and fought with them.

Watching the deaths of these subordinates who had been with him for many years, Dybala Ottore's eyes were slightly red, and tears had unconsciously flowed down his cheeks into his armor.

The city's defense weapons were quickly assembled, and the bravery of the Red Guards bought time for the Ottore royal family.

As for whether they survive or fight back, it depends on their performance.

The Red Guards were wiped out, buying two minutes for Dybala Ottore, their most admired commander.

As the last Red Guard fell, the flag that belonged to them also fell in a pool of blood, and the blood stained the already red brocade even more dazzlingly......