"Boss, you're ready."

Shiva looked at the crowd in front of him, his expression revealing a deep confusion, as if he had not heard the return of his men.

In front of him were half-orcs with their own mouths, each holding a large bag and a small salute, all of them with the same hesitant eyes as Shiva, and the immature children showed obvious worry and fear.

Outside the stronghold, rows of ox carts were neatly parked at the door, and heavy items such as grain, herbs, and weapons were stacked on the wide boards.

"Well, let them go."

Waving his hand, Shiva rubbed his brow wearily, turned his head away from looking, and his expression returned to his previous fortitude.

He is a candidate for the Candlefire Guardian, and a year ago, he successfully passed the Divine Guard's examination, and in just a few days, he will be able to become an official fourth-generation Candlefire Guardian.

"But, sir, how do you ......?"

The subordinate was still like to say something, but Khiva rudely interrupted him:

"Don't grind!"

He had decided to stay with all the warriors to buy time for his clansmen to retreat.

Fast forward to a month ago, when the Sentinels detected an anomaly on the Wolf Plains, and finally saw the arrival of the Black Orc Vanguard under the endless assassinations of the slaves, and paid a high price to pass this information back to the temporary stronghold, and through the stronghold, back to the Bloody Fortress.

It takes half a month for the personnel to go back and forth, but the clan has domesticated a large number of harrier eagles for information transmission, so it only takes four days to go back and forth.

Khiva was so full of ambition that he received an order from the fortress in one short word:

Retreat after three days of support!

This time is the result of Night's estimation, which is based on the fact that the opposing side is a warlord and not a mixed coalition of multiple warlords.

In just three or four years, Nights would not be foolish enough to think that the orc clan had grown to compete with the Legion of the Witchmar Orc Empire, which had been established for thousands of years and had established a complete dimensional colonization system.

Three days is a limit, the outpost legion relies on the 'ant nest core' to resist the invasion of the black orcs, and supports the retreat after three days, its main purpose is to try to spy on the distribution of the enemy's forces and find out the opponent's forces, so that the night can better plan.

After receiving the order, Khiva locked himself in his room for the whole day, until the next day, with bloodshot eyes, he found his men and gave the order:

All the warriors drew five hundred people to escort the ordinary people away, and the rest were all left!

Although the number of orc legions stationed in the temporary stronghold has now increased to four, although the 'Ant'Hive Core' has been erected to the pinnacle of classical civilization, with 7-meter-high walls, labyrinth-shaped corridors, scorpion crossbows, trebuchets, and a large number of magic traps in the outer trenches.

But the enemy is the Black Orc, and the imaginary enemy of the 'Ant'Hive Core' has always been them.

The enemy was five or six times outnumbered by the orcs, and was equipped with large siege equipment, and both sides were not at the same level at all, both in terms of the quality of their men and their armament.

After the ordinary people retreated, there were only 20,000 warriors left in the base, and 5,000 remnants from the White Wolf Clan and the Dire Wolf Clan.

……

The White Wolf King let out a terrible roar, and he led his cronies to flee to the plains, only to be overtaken and bitten by a team of black orcs, who then joined more and more of them.

It's dark now, and limited by the curse of [Incarnate Werewolf], Ice Fang can only exert the combat power of quasi-legends, and is suppressed by the tacit cooperation of several elite black orc warriors, adding hundreds of shocking scars to his body.

With a terrible wolf howl, the bloody shaman himself slashed the neck of the ice fangs with a single blow, and the head flying high was pierced by the war spear, and the desperate wolf soul was guided into the totem chariot.

It was a four-wheeled chariot carved with exotic images, with a pinwheel-like blade inlaid on the outside of the wheel, and a black cube stone 6 feet long and 4 feet high resting at the front.

After paying attention to the wolf soul, the cube stone suddenly flashed with colored light patterns, and the edge turned into a large piece of powder, and the next moment, the stone was carved into the shape of a wolf's head, which was somewhat similar to the ice teeth.

With a roar, the 'Totem Chariot' came to life, operating on its own under the charge of the wolf soul, the elements of ice and wind working in unison, condensing a highly concentrated ball of energy on the open jaw of the wolf's beak.

The flash of light burst out, the energy ball burst out, and after the roar, a large crater with a diameter of more than 10 feet suddenly appeared on the ground.

The black orcs were very satisfied with this test, and then harvested a large number of wolf souls, made them into energy cubes and stored them in the chariot, and the wolf corpses everywhere were also fully used, the wolf skin was peeled off to make leather armor, and the corpses were salted into jerky.

This was the last remaining group of White Wolf members other than to flee to the outpost, and after four years of dominating the Thousand Thorns Wasteland, the group was destroyed.

There are also the Dire Wolf Clan with the same fate, but their fate is much better than that of the White Wolf Clan, abandoning the wild wisdom and pride of being a Dire Wolf, and taking the initiative to bring a saddle and armor as a mount, becoming one of the components of the Black Orc Wolf Cavalry.

After eliminating all the indigenous forces in the three lands at an extremely small cost, the black orcs deflected and pointed to the last force.

Given by the slaves, the information of the clan with a highly civilized organizational structure has been placed on the commander's table.

What a surprise!

It is truly ...... that an advanced civilization can be born in this ignorant and uncivilized land What a pity!

Kaman Hunter Soul regrets that this orc will become one of the warlord's treasured specimens of civilization, and of course, all the ruins must be preserved as intact as possible.

It was just an encounter, and there was no need to go out on your own, so the vanguard plus two Imperial infantry legions would be enough to take this small, commendable stronghold.

The time limit given by the Warlord is three hourglass times, and the stronghold must not exceed 7.5% damage.

Such harsh conditions made the commander of the vanguard army laugh, and repeatedly praised the army lord for being too merciful to his subordinates, and did not need three hourglass hours, only half an hourglass, and this relic belonged to Ondu.

……

At dusk, Shiva sat on his lap and ate the barbecue in front of him with great seriousness, and any strands of meat were licked clean, leaving only the bones of white flowers.

His countenance was calm, his mind was calm, and he did not make a wave, although it would probably be the most memorable meal of his life.

After eating, he skillfully put on his iron armor and helmet, picked up his battle axe and spear, and the sound of his iron boots resounded on the city wall.

On the sturdy walls of the city made of mud and rock, Shiva looked into the distance.

The sun was about to sink below the horizon, and with the help of the last rays of sunlight on the earth, the orcs saw several powerful and majestic shadows that filled the sky with darkness, and were approaching the base step by step.

After closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and opening his eyes again, all the complicated emotions of Shiva have been stripped away, leaving only determination.

Come on!