Abe the Wizard

Since the beginning of Miracle City a few days ago, the atmosphere has been different, with large quantities of supplies coming in through countless carriages and countless knights without military plates recruiting from the three great empires of humankind.

Middle- and lower-level wizards from the city of Liant have also been redeployed for the most part, and the entire human race has been mobilized by an intelligence source.

Miracle City's only external transmission law fleet is already fully loaded, with witches constantly being transferred in and all witches divided into groups led by experienced Miracle City manned intermediate wizards.

Meanwhile, outside the battlefield of the Orcs, the army of the Orcs that mobilized the power of the nation is gathering, and the forces and equipment that the Orcs Empire has been hiding have reached beyond the battlefield of the Orcs.

The army of the Orc Empire arrived outside the Orc battlefield a day ago, and by the time the Orc army arrived, the City of Miracles had received information from human teams investigating the Orc battlefield, all of which had been asked to return to the city immediately.

And Miracle City is glad that the human side got the news a few days ago, and because of the noble identity of this source, it prepared the human side well in advance.

On the morning of October 20, as a burst of drumming sounded, the ground of the Orc Battlefield was constantly vibrated, vibrating in the footsteps of countless Orcs.

At the forefront of the Orc Army are countless Pick Orcs, many of whom cannot be loaded with all Pick Orcs on the battlefield for up to 50 miles.

The Pick Orcs are a strange race that should have been eliminated by the world, without much wisdom, with relatively low levels of force, the only useful being reproductive capacity.

But the need for a large number of corpses in sacrifice allowed this race to survive, on the premise that sacrifices would be provided with corpses on an ongoing basis, and corpses would be provided for that place of death under the miracle wall.

So today, these Pick Orcs are going to provide a lot of corpses for the war of the Orc Empire, and for the Orc Empire, Pick Orcs are a resource, a weapon, at the cost of food.

Miracle City, where all knights have been divided into twelve formations, orders Miracle City to defend each formation for two hours, even if all of them die within two hours, cannot take a step back.

“Distinguished knights, behind us is our homeland. If the Orcs take the Wall of Miracles, your homeland will be destroyed. This is a war of vital importance to humanity. This is a war of race. We have no way back. Behind us are our people, fighting for our people, fighting for humanity!” Calder's intermediate wizard stood on the high ground in a red robe and shouted in an exhilarating voice.

“Fight for the people, fight for humanity!” The knights yelled in response.

As a white light flashed, the first cavaliers had been sent to the miracle wall, while the second cavaliers were waiting for rotation under the miracle wall, while the other ten cavaliers rested in the barracks beside them.

Every batch of knights is a thousand people, and that's a very dense defense for a miracle wall that's only 3,000 wide.

Just over the miracle wall, a stench came through, a big mouthful of human and livestock faeces in the pot, underneath which was the fire burned by the bear, burning and rolling the faeces in the pot.

This made some of the 1,000 knights who had just come up, some who had not experienced war, almost vomit.

But no knight would laugh at anyone at this time, because experienced knights already know the scale of the battle may be beyond imagination, because the dung in those big pots just now is called gold juice and is an extremely vicious defensive weapon.

And many poisons will be added to all this gold juice, which will directly and severely injure the animal when it is poured on the animal. Most terribly, the wound will not cause immediate death, but will cause the injured to scream continuously. Normal injuries will not work on this gold juice, and most injured people will die from wound infections.

And what's more remarkable than these big burning pots is the giant stone thrower, which has a stone thrower every 50 meters or so, and each stone thrower has a huge pile of round stones with half a meter in diameter.

This type of stone thrower is considered to be a large killer, but because it cannot be precisely attacked, it can only be used on large battlefields, and each piece of round stone is carefully crafted so that its circular surface can continue to scroll when it hits an enemy, thus attacking more enemies.

Every ten metres or so is a crossbow, which is a weapon to be operated by the knights. Gold juice can attack enemies climbing up close, and a crossbow is a precise blow at the enemy's powerful targets.

And the professional stone thrower operator is a long-range attack on most of the Orcs, and with the magic attack of the Wizard in the Miracle Wall, the entire Miracle Wall is now like a hedgehog that has been defended.

The Pick Knight is maintaining the order of the Pick Orc, and the constant yelling has allowed the low intelligent Pick Orc of the same family, despite the minor disturbances, not much turmoil.

Every Pick beast rides a fellow symbiotic pig, carrying behind their backs stones brought from the land of gravel, their goal is to rush to the wall of miracles, where they die.

The Pick Knights seem to have gotten used to the process of their fellow countrymen dying, all yelling in their usual faces, ready to follow the general's orders and let their fellow countrymen rush forward to die.

There are few clouds in the sky at this time, and there is little rain here all year round, but today is a rare and unexpected day.

This further depresses the atmosphere on the battlefield between Miracle City and the Orcs, and all humans in Miracle City know that perhaps the outcome of this battle will affect the power contrast between humans and the Orcs for the next hundred years.

The drums of the two Orcs were struck and the drums of the drums spread over the miracle wall, causing all the knights to be attacked by a curse, and a handful of the less powerful knights had sat on the ground holding down their hearts.

Just as the knights were being attacked, the miracle wall raised a shield, blocking the sound of the Orc's drums, and while there was still a drumming sound over the miracle wall, there was no curse.

The knight on the miracle wall had not relaxed in the beginning, and the battle had not yet begun, but the drums had almost reduced the knight's ranks.

The knights now truly realize the horrors of the battle, and the veterans of the knights with battlefield experience are already directing the other knights to do their part, and the beasts are now officially attacking.

The Pick Knight traveled through the Pick Orcs, throwing a bag of red powder in the air, and soon all the Pick Orcs' eyes had turned red over the whole Orc battlefield, and their muscles had blown up, even their fellow pigs.

As the Pick Knights roared simultaneously: "Go! ”

The Pick Orcs howled towards the Miracle Wall, no formation, no battle formation, no command needed. Their goal was the Miracle Wall, even if they died under the Miracle Wall.

At this time, in the control room of the Miracle Wall, Calder's intermediate wizard sat in the middle because he was commanding Miracle City because of the lack of five powerful intermediate sacrifices.

In front of him was a light screen with scenes outside the miracle wall obtained by the scanning array, and countless Pick Orcs were rushing towards the miracle wall.

“Ignite!” Kauld's intermediate wizard said to the array of rumors in front of him.

In front of the Pick Orc running, a firewall was suddenly raised, not a spell, but a firewall arranged 50 metres outside the miracle wall last night by several intermediate wizards at risk with heavy fire oil.

Heavy flame oil is a heavy grease characterized by long burning times and high flame temperatures, and its use may not be limited to war if it is not for the disadvantage of precise control of the flame.

The flash of fire blocked the Pick Orc, but at this time the already completely mad Pick Orc had no fear of the flame. He saw the Pick Orc in the first row lying directly on the burning heavy oil. Despite the constant screaming of these Pick Orcs, the second row of Pick Orcs in the back were also lying on top.

This heavy oil line, which consumes several intermediate wizards overnight, has lost its rightful role in the actions of several Pick beasts who do not fear life or death.