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Albrecht arrives at the Garon River, where there is no bridge and no place to go.
However, the river was curved north-west starting from the south-east, but further upstream the river narrowed.
Albrecht had to make a decision. There was not enough time to place the temporary bridge or build the raft as there used to be in the Battle of Wrightingen.
Hermann's territory was then well supplied, but now it's not as well supplied when winter comes.
The expedition continued to feel that some options were limited, but I went upstream first.
Then came an area of lush hills, thick with trees, but not that thick compared to Goblin Forest.
About a day's hike brings an army across the gorge, not a canyon.
It was coming down from the north to the south in the first place, but as I went upstream, it looked like it was going around the ice and across the river from the east into Gascony.
The depth was as deep as the calves. It would have been a shame if the enemy was camping across the river, but they sent knights and soldiers ahead to scout and reported that the Orcs were invisible.
Albrecht immediately ordered Doha to enter the province of Gascony.
Most of the people who lived in Gascony after the Orcs were subjugated did not survive, and those who fled to Veles were from the province of Puatuna Akaiten.
I thought that I was stranded in the Garonne River and killed or drowned.
Albrecht suddenly looks down at the river flowing northwest, but the river just keeps its secrets and doesn't tell him what happened here.
Since there was no guide, Albrecht examines the terrain that made him a garrison.
But I keep feeling something ominous, so I don't know if they wanted an ambush or something, but there was nothing like that even if I carefully scouted.
Albrecht first decided to build a garrison called Lucerne, a territory not far upstream from the Garonne River.
Lucerne Castle was on one of the many rugged hills, just two square pillars combined.
There are no walls, and there are only two tall towers attached to each other, so I felt like I was immature.
I took a moment to see if it was destroyed by the Orcs, but I don't see any sign of it. The wall seemed to have been gone from the beginning.
Albrecht lets his soldiers stake the hill, carving it into a staircase around Lucerne Castle.
After fortifying the entire hill, I was going to find the Orc King and destroy this place.
However, there were no songs of birds around Castle Lucerne. Only the damn autumn wind touched 15,000 troops.
A North-Eastern warrior holds a sovereign belt with one hand on its hillside, gazing quietly at the view of Gascony.
He was wearing a gauntlet and a pair of metal boots on a chainmail, and the circus coat was blue with a white belly and a black whale on its back. It was the territorial army of Hrrolf.
I grew a light golden beard to my chest hot and braided it with a rope. However, the white beard was not one or two strands.
I couldn't see his face well because of his helmet and his hot beard, but he seemed to have just turned into an old man.
Beyond the northern helmet that protects the snow around it, the blue eyes were only dull, but they saw both the northern and southern ends of the world.
The wind blows next to you and quietly asks what you're thinking, but the old warrior only smiles calmly.
Blood and flesh spatter, plunder and glory swirling in the battlefield. Then I met Albrecht and followed him here through countless battlefields.
When I was young, I always lived for fame and glory, but nothing was made clear. But it was good. With the view of Gascony in my sights, I thought this would be enough.
At that moment, the old warrior's eyes can see the horizon slowing far away. I looked closely and saw the Orcs appearing one by one on the horizon.
Orcs appear one by one, and then continue to appear, eventually filling the horizon.
A soldier guarding the tower shouts, "Maybe you just saw it yourself."
“Orcs! Orcs are here! ”
Albrecht, dressed in golden armor, left the castle with Eugene, Einhardt and the guards.
The Orcs appear clearly in Albrecht's eyes from the eastern horizon. Immediately, Albrecht's heart sank. These?
He went down southeast to enter Gascony from east to west in order to help his troops out of the shallow river. That means the Orcs from the east are blocking their retreat.
No matter how many scouts you scouted, you were hiding in the eastern forest? You can make strategic moves like this?
Moreover, scouting is necessary to locate your allies, but you clearly don't see anything like an Orc Scout.
Then I remembered the report Albrecht had heard before. The wildlings were watching them in the eastern forest. Albrecht's eyes widen unknowingly.
Was it the wildlings? Or are the wildlings on their own to take the Orcs' side?
Albrecht was also human, and had a blind spot in the accident. It was, no doubt, that humans and Orcs work together. Who in the world could even look at something like this?
But the Orcs didn't give me time to think. Orcs that fill the horizon are coming down the hill.
The end is not seen, as if he were going to destroy the whole human world. Suddenly, the field that looks far away is covered in black.
Albrecht reaches out to Jurgen without a word and takes the axe.
The wind blows through the secrets of the Garonne River. The whole of Gascony was a trap and expansion of Orcs.
The number of Orcs seemed to be almost 10,000. When Albrecht set up standard tactics for the Great Oak War, he built a troop of ten men per orc, 10: 1.
Now Albrecht's forces were 15,000 and outnumbered the enemy, but the Orcs seemed to put the two of them together in size.
The Orcs surround the fortified hills, their eyes growling like beasts, and their hands trembling with spears.
If there's one thing that's unusual, it's that Orcs carry flags. On the ‘T’ pole was a large leather figure painted with powder many times.
They were decorated with their molars, Orcs, skulls like humans, goats, or chains.
The flag revealed the Orc's savagery, including its razor-sharp teeth, white bones, crossed axes, and just grinding the rope with a grid.
But a flag? A flag is a symbol of an organization. And the presence of several flags meant that each one was a great tribe and they were bound together by the Orc King.
Orcs were hunted even though they were overwhelming in size and strength compared to Humans because they were ignorant, but did not form large groups like the Human Kingdom.
However, reality in front of us was evidence that it was entirely refuted. Albrecht's liver has cooled down.
Albrecht was not afraid, but he was as shaken as a soldier by a crisis he had never faced before.
The Orcs have blocked their retreat with strategic movements, but the attack seems to be just a push.
If the opposing Pokémon isn't looking back and throws itself, this side has to throw itself. This was not a working situation, and I had no choice but to defend my position with my life.
Albrecht howls over the hills in the Linderhorn.
“Hold the spear steady! Shoulder to shoulder with your comrades! I will fight with you! ”
This time, even Albrecht's shout did not reach the soldiers' hearts. Not far from the soldiers' eyes, only a large number of Orcs glistened at the frenzy.
Orcs don't just roar like they did when they were hunted. It was then.
“Kuoooooooo!”
What are you talking about? It is said that the Orc's voice is loud, but a thunder like Albrecht's scream erupts somewhere.
Then, 10,000 Orcs shouted together in harmony with the thunder.
“Rrrrghhh!”
“Oh, go! ”
“Rrrrghhh!”
The soldiers' tremors are getting worse. Albrecht rushes to the sound of thunder, breathing heavily and shouting.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Albrecht thunders this time. The atmosphere trembles, as always, and the grass on the ground and the objects around it vibrate.
Then, there appeared to be more than 2 meters of shortsighted presence among the Orcs. Not just tall, but well-balanced.
You rip off the human front of Fulhelm, just over your nose, and tie it back together with a rope. The tip of Fulhelm's eyehole is stretched down and it looks like he's crying.
The shoulders were still attached to the heater shield used by the knights, but the prestigious family crest that used to be so majestic when the owner was alive now looked pathetic.
The armor was either stacked against the metal plate or wrapped around the scaled armor, and the gaps tore apart the chain armor.
The weapon in your hand seems to have been drawn from a sharp heap of iron that was buried in the ground rather than a weapon.
The iron blade was only the length of Hermann's great sword, and the thickness was only Albrecht's torso.
Even if you don't see that sword in action, you can still see how to kill someone recklessly.
I don't have a beard, but I tied a black paw like a lion's mane behind my back, and it really wasn't the best use of the world. He was the king of the Orcs by all accounts.
Albrecht and the Orc king face each other from afar. Beyond reason and reason, there was a destiny connecting the two.
And that destiny was that one of them had to die.
The smell of Orcs from the wind stirs the end of your nose as the morning sun blazes. Lily trees are scattered around the hills, and the grass on the floor is yellow and withered.
“Kara Ka! Oh, go!”
Once more, the Orc King's shout echoes the atmosphere, and 10,000 Orcs rush into the hills, shouting at once.
“Oh, go! ”
“Kara Ka! ”
“Kuwahaah!”
10,000 Orcs hit the ground, and the vibration has spread to Albrecht.
The sun, not on anyone's side, tilts its head to get a good look.
When the heavy cows came rushing in armored, the human dust was actually useless. Without the stake, Albrecht's army would have become a sand castle swept by the waves.
Orcs thump on a pile of piled piles of piles! Phew! I lunged as I shouted. I charged unconditionally, putting my life on the stake or not.
Orcs with armor trampling on their own are about to enter the first line of defense.
“Fire!”
At that moment, Wilhelm's orders drop, and the archers form a network of fireworks to shoot arrows together.
Over 500 arrows fall into one place, but the damage is extremely minor. Orcs act as if they have no sense, whether the arrows are in their bodies or not.
Wilhelm gives the order again.
“Drop your arrows! ”
“Walk!”
And I immediately aimed, pulled, and shot again after command, but this time it was the same. Wilhelm quickly puts an arrow in his bow and aims at the Orc's head.
An arrow draws a parabolt and flies straight into the Orc's head. Nonetheless, the Orc survived for a while without dying. Wilhelm has lost his words.
Soldiers stabbed with spears and threw nets to kill some Orcs, but the number of soldiers per soldier was too large.
The Orcs rush in like a tide, trying to penetrate the first line of defense.
The roar of Orcs and the scorn of knights and infantry captains has overwhelmed the whole world. A short time ago, the quiet power turned into a desperate battlefield.
At the end of the day, the soldiers grip their teeth and stab their spears. Then an Orc grabs the spear and pulls it. A soldier rushes out.
“Ahhhh!”
The soldier's body splits into a single chunk of iron reminiscent of a giant edible knife, and he lies facedown on the ground helplessly, like a fallen leaves in the fall.
Heavy Orcs stomped over it, and the corpse quickly became a mop.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Kuhahahaha!”
The Orc who killed the man tried to enter the first line of defense as he burst into the mines. But multiple spears were pierced at the same time.
“Whoa!”
“Huff! Huff! ”
The orc becomes a hive around its face and chest, and it struggles without dying. Then another Orc from behind pushes his faction hard, jumping into the line of defense.
Albrecht and the Orc king continue to stare at each other as if there were only two of them in the world, but Albrecht soon looks up and shouts.
“Randolph! Herman! Hrrolf! Deploy the reserves to the defensive line immediately! You guys go fight for yourselves! ”
Albrecht couldn't fight straight away because he had to take over the whole thing. If there is a defensive line that can be breached even after sending Randolph, Hermann and Hrrolph in, you try to dive in.
Albrecht runs through the battlefield in a frenzy, and the waves of 10,000 Orcs seem to consume the world.
An attack such as that of a huge barbarian wearing an armor and throwing his life away, was not meant to be stopped.
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