His gaze slowly swept over the crowd on both sides, and his voice beca steady: "Today, all the defensive forces of Hangu Pass have been assembled, and the orc army has also engaged in battle with the garrison of Chiyo Castle. It seems that the orcs intend to launch a strong attack on Chiyo Castle."
Based on this, the chances of the orcs using mass teleportation to directly attack outside Hangu Pass have been significantly reduced.
Smiles appeared on everyone's faces.
Ironclad slamd his hand on the table, his shield clanging loudly. "Heh heh, that's great! I knew it! Orcs don't have that kind of ability! Mass teleportation? Who are you trying to scare!"
Feng Qingyan's shield glowed brighter, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents, and she was about to speak.
Lin Feng changed the subject, his voice becoming slightly more serious: "However, we cannot let our guard down."
The laughter in the hall stopped abruptly. Tie Dun's smile froze on his face, and Feng Qingyan swallowed back the words he was about to say.
Lin Feng's gaze swept over everyone, and he said, "With my current physique, I don't have any problem not sleeping."
So, I'm not going to sleep for the next few days.
Those of you whose physical constitution has been awakened, like , go up to the West Gate tower at night to be on guard at all tis.
Those who haven't awakened yet should endure as long as they can; if they can't, they should take turns resting. But at any ti, there must be at least ten third-tier combatants on the city wall.
Everyone answered in unison, "Yes, sir!"
Tie Dun scratched his head and chuckled, "Hehe, although I don't have to sleep anymore, I'm still a little unaccustod to it for a while."
Feng Qingyan raised her hand: "Lord Lin, my physique is only in the teens. I can manage to stay up late occasionally, but if I stay up late for several days in a row, I'm afraid my Fireball spell will go astray."
She paused, then added, "But don't worry, I'll try my best to hold on! If I really can't hold on any longer, I'll drink so energy drinks, even though they're quite bitter."
Lin Feng's lips curved slightly, then he stood up and glanced at everyone: "Alright, everyone disperse and get back to work. Starting tonight, we'll be on duty in shifts, and we can't let our guard down for even a mont."
Everyone stood up, clasped their hands in farewell, and took their leave.
He picked up the teacup, only to find that the tea had already gone cold, so he simply decided not to drink it.
He put down his teacup, stood up, picked up the Ravages Spear from beside his chair and tucked it behind his back, then strode out of the council hall.
Outside the gate, dusk was falling, and torches lit up one by one on the distant city wall, outlining the outline of Hangu Pass as if it were a crouching giant beast.
He pushed off with his feet, his body soaring into the air, flying towards the west gate.
The golden silhouette left a long, thin trail in the twilight, like a shooting star moving in reverse.
...
Twenty miles north of Chiyo Castle lies the orc camp.
After a day of fierce fighting, the camp was filled with wounded soldiers.
The orc's burly body was wrapped in bandages soaked in black blood. Soone leaned against the tent, gnawing on a half-cooked piece of at, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Although orcs have strong regenerative abilities, they are not limitless. So had their bones broken by catapults, their shoulders pierced by ballistae, or were riddled with arrows from the city walls.
He was lying in the tent, gnawing on raw at and drinking so unknown black dicine.
The healing speed of a wound is visible to the naked eye, but it is far less than an instantaneous recovery.
Several lightly wounded orcs leaned against their shields, listlessly sharpening their axe blades, the dark green flas in their eyes dimming slightly from yesterday.
Several orc shamans walked through the camp, their withered wooden staffs glowing with a dark green light. When they touched wounds, the flesh slowly healed.
In the center of the camp, inside a mammoth-hide tent, candlelight flickered.
Saruk sat upright in the main seat, his dark red eyes glancing at the hourglass in the corner, where the top layer of sand was almost gone.
"It's almost ti." He stood up, his four-ter-tall fra casting a huge shadow in the candlelight.
On the left, Bloodaxe Gronn suddenly stood up, the Bonebreaker Great Axe in his hand.
On the right, first in line, Hamrhead Salga also stood up, his giant bone club slung diagonally over his shoulder.
Both of them had a dark red fla burning in their eyes, a desire for battle.
Saruk walked up to the two n, his dark red gaze sweeping from Goron's face to Salga's, his voice low and nacing: "Proceed as planned, but—"
His tone suddenly beca more serious, "If you find that Beacon Fire Territory has been upgraded to a city-level territory, retreat imdiately. Do not linger in battle, do not hesitate, understand?"
Goron pounded his chest with his right fist, the clanking of his armor heavy and powerful: "Understood!"
Salga nodded and grinned, "Don't worry, Lord Saluk. If we can't win, we'll just run. We orcs aren't stupid."
Saluk nodded, turned around, and picked up the golden two-handed sword from beside his seat.
The blade was longer than him, and seven dark red gems were inlaid on its back, resembling seven open eyes in the candlelight.
He slung his broadsword over his shoulder, turned to face the tent entrance, and raised his voice several decibels, which bood through the tent like thunder: "All troops, attack! Day and night, attack Chiyo Castle!"
Inside the main tent, the eight level 40 chieftains stood up simultaneously, placed their right fists against their chests, and shouted in unison, "We obey!"
The sound caused dust to fall from the tent walls.
Outside the tent, the sound of horns rang out, deep and long, one after another, spreading from the center of the camp in all directions.
The camp of 300,000 troops, like a giant beast awakened from its trance, began to stir.
Countless orc warriors erged from the tent, grabbed their weapons, and ford a rough square formation.
The bellowing of mammoths echoed throughout the night as the war wolf riders gathered back from the periter of the camp, their howls reverberating in the darkness.
Flas soared into the sky, and shouts of battle gradually rose.
...
Chiyo Castle, above the north gate.
Night had fallen, and the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds; only the light from the torches on the city walls illuminated the surroundings in a dim, yellowish glow.
On the city walls of the North Gate, West Gate, and South Gate, the guards have been rotated three tis, but none of them dare to close their eyes.
Igor Petrov of the Bear Kingdom, Amir Singh of the White Elephant Kingdom, and Nguyen Van Hung of the Annam Kingdom hovered side by side above the North Gate.
His gaze passed over the barbican and landed on the orc camp that had suddenly beco abuzz twenty miles away.
"There's unusual activity at the orc camp."
Igor frowned, and his golden greatsword trembled slightly behind him, as if sensing its master's fighting spirit.
He stared at the figures moving amidst the distant flas, his voice low and deep, “This isn’t a routine rotation; it’s a large-scale mobilization.”
Amir stroked his beard, his golden scimitar swaying gently at his waist, his gaze deep: "Judging from the direction, there's movent at the north, west, and south gates. Are the orcs planning a three-pronged attack?"
Nguyen Van Hung gripped his double-edged battle axe tightly in his hand, and a flash of electricity crackled on the blade.
He turned to look at a powerful figure from the Russian Empire behind him, his voice decisive: "Beat the drums imdiately! Orcs, night raid!"
The powerful figure from the Russian bear country flashed and swooped down towards the city wall.
Before long, the sound of rapid drums rang out from the city wall, “Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!”, one after another, like a torrential rain beating against iron.
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