Broad World

For the next two days, Zuwosa didn't mention joining the Bloodaxe Mercenary Corps, and the others happily added another trusted partner. Except for checking the information sent back by the scouts every day, Henry stayed in the room for the rest of the time. He and Amy seized every second of the time, making magic potions and transcribing scrolls.

On the evening of the third day, Mayor Heim walked in with a livid face. "Count, those damned orcs have arrived. There are at least 35,000 of them, and I have seen at least 150 giants."

Although Henry had already made some psychological preparations, he still couldn't help frowning when he heard the number. "Now let's go to the city wall and have a look. It seems that in the next few days, everyone will spend the night there."

Haim led a group of people walking on the street, and the doors and windows of the houses on both sides were all closed. All shops and taverns have been closed, and the whole city is filled with the atmosphere that a war is about to start.

Henry asked as he walked: "Is there any problem with the food and supplies in the city? I guess this siege is likely to last for a long time. The orcs have gathered such a large army. If they don't lose more than half, they will definitely not retreat easily."

"The food from the farms around Sundabar has been concentrated in underground warehouses, enough to feed the whole city for half a year. There is no need to worry about weapons, armor, and arrows. The dwarf artisans here will continue to produce, enough to keep up with the speed of the army's consumption." After speaking, Heim looked at the pedestrians rushing by with worried eyes. Once the city gate is breached, these civilians will definitely suffer disaster.

Hearing that there was no problem with the supplies, Henry was also slightly relieved. The most important thing in defending the city is sufficient supplies. As long as the things in the rear are continuously sent to the city wall, the orcs will definitely not be able to attack based on their numbers. As for other special methods, we can only wait for the time to see the tricks.

Ten minutes later, the group finally climbed up the city wall. Henry lay down next to the arrow tower and looked down. A large number of orcs were cutting down trees outside the city to make various simple siege tools to prepare for tomorrow's attack. Farther away, some tents made of animal skins were set up, and the whole scene seemed orderly, much more disciplined than the orc tribes seen in the hilly area last time.

"We just sit and wait for them to build ladders and catapults to attack? Can't we send some people out to harass them, even if we can't destroy those things, we can delay the progress." The half-orc warrior pointed to the busy orc army below.

Haim shook his head with a serious expression, rejecting Vaughan's proposal. "You must have never fought against the orcs here. Ordinary harassment has no effect at all. The long-term battle has made these guys particularly vigilant. They have special scouts to watch the city. As long as the mages here are lifted into the air, there will be countless bows and crossbows aimed at them."

Henry estimated the enemy's workload and made his own suggestion. "According to the work progress of these guys, the attack can start at noon tomorrow at the latest. Today is the last peaceful night, try to let all the soldiers have a good rest. I am afraid that what will greet us in the next few days will be a protracted battle. Whoever can persist until the end will win the final victory."

"I will arrange these things. You should go back to rest early. Once the opponent's spellcaster joins the battle, it will be up to you whether you can hold it." After Heim finished speaking, he began to arrange the guards on duty, and let everyone else go back to the barracks to sleep.

Just as Henry and his party rushed back to their residence to rest, an interesting scene was happening in the orc camp outside the city. Sackham was half-kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, expressing his submission to Sim who was sitting on the chair. He knew very well the character of the guy sitting in the chair. As long as I show a little disrespect, it is very likely to cause unnecessary suspicion, which is not good for the next plan.

Sim is a one-eyed, powerful warrior, even slightly stronger than Sarkum. His blind eye was dug out by himself in a special ceremony. Only a very small number of orc warriors who use two-handed axes have the opportunity to obtain such a qualification. They sacrificed one of their eyes during the celebration of the orc god "Gruumsh", and they could not make a sound during the whole process, otherwise they would fail.

The successful ones will get huge benefits, they can feel everything around them without eyes, and also have the special ability of berserk, and even the saliva spit out of their mouths can temporarily blind the eyes of the enemy. But the loser will lose his eye forever and can never perform this ritual again.

Sim looked at Sackham with that one eye. He had courted the legendary warrior many times, but had been turned down each time. This guy came here abnormally today, saying that his tribe was destroyed by a group of adventurers, and he wanted to be his subordinate to help attack Sundabar. I have to say that this is really too suspicious, it is comparable to the out-of-the-ordinary adventure story from the bard's mouth.

After thinking about it for a long time, Sim finally decided to accept it first. After all, legendary warriors are too rare, especially for the orcs who have been fighting for years, each one is very precious. And this time, a high-level soul shaman was involved, so no matter how you look at it, this kind of thing is sure to make money.

"Get up, Sackham, I accept your allegiance. Don't worry, as long as those adventurers are in this city, they will definitely not be able to escape. When these guys are caught, they can be handed over to you."

After hearing this sentence, Sackm secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the first hurdle of the plan was finally passed. If things in the future can really go as smoothly as today, then Sim's current position will soon be his.

"Thank you very much for taking us in, allowing us two homeless orcs to find a place to live. To express our gratitude, I hope to give me a team when we attack the city tomorrow, so that we can show some color to those weak humans and dwarves on the city wall.

Sim waved his hand to stop his proposal. "No need, I have prepared a secret weapon. The attack a few days ago was just a test. After these guys in the city relax their vigilance, there will be another surprise attack, which will catch them off guard. At that time, this castle that claims to never fall will become our cyst."

When Sackham heard the words "secret weapon", he subconsciously glanced at Max who was standing beside him. The latter shook his head slightly, and then secretly made a gesture of calm down.

"Everything is as you wish. If there is nothing else, I will go down and rest first. If you need anything, please ask."

Sim stood up from his chair and pointed to the tent not far away and said, "I will give you a place to rest there temporarily. Get a good night's sleep and wait to see how my army will attack the city tomorrow."

The two bowed, turned around and walked towards the tent one after the other. Sackham looked back and found no one following him, then asked in a low voice: "What is that so-called secret weapon? He looks confident?"

The old orc shook his head and replied: "It's hard to say, but I have a hunch that his plan will not go well. After all, with the help of those adventurers, it's okay to defend the city wall."

"It's better not to make any mistakes, otherwise the two of us will never have a chance to turn over." Sackham muttered as he got into the tent, and soon the two of them each found a buckskin mat to sleep under their bodies.

Amidst the noise of the orcs, the night passed quickly. At dawn the next day, Henry led everyone to the direction of the east gate. He had a premonition that this would be the main attack point of the enemy. Because the orcs made siege weapons overnight, the orcs did not attack immediately. They all returned to the camp and slept for the whole morning. After lunch, they began to slowly approach the city gate with ladders and battering rams.

Haim calmly directed the soldiers to get ready with crossbows and javelins, and when the enemy came into the attack range, they would shoot and throw intensively. At the same time, a large number of soldiers were deployed at the gate of the city. They held logs and stared at the gate made of fine steel to prevent being knocked open by the battering ram.

Henry dipped a little bit of saliva with his finger, and stretched it out into the air to feel the wind direction and speed. Today's weather is favorable for defending the city, and the wind is blowing towards the opposite side. Soon the orc stepped into the attack range of the arrow tower holding a wooden shield that was as tall as it was. The archers standing on high places started to shoot one after another. They used magic arrows to match ordinary arrows, and in the blink of an eye, the guys rushing ahead suffered heavy casualties.

The orcs quickly dispersed after entering the range, and they quickly formed siege echelons in units of hundreds of people. The centurion shouted loudly to the guy holding the ladder, and soon forty or so ladders were placed, and all the soldiers began to climb up desperately. At the same time, the bows and arrows in the distance began to shoot towards the city wall, completely ignoring whether they would be accidentally injured.

Seeing this situation, Henry immediately blessed himself with a third-level magic "protective long-range weapon". The arrows falling from the sky were spread out by the invisible magic stand. He sneered when he saw that the opponent was not followed by a priest, and aimed at the guy below and released three second-level magic "stinky cloud spells" in succession.

A large area of ​​disgusting stench dissipated quickly with the wind speed, more than half of the orcs began to vomit non-stop, and the rest could only temporarily hold their breath. Seeing this situation, the soldiers defending the city immediately launched a counterattack. They killed or pushed down the enemies who climbed up one after another, and then grabbed the javelins next to them and threw them down. Soon these defenseless orcs were massacred, and the first attack also failed. (To be continued.)