It's late at night.

The originally noisy camp in Razor Ridge gradually became quiet.

Even the orc wounded and wounded under the bombing during the day were gritted their teeth and endured the pain, trying not to make any sound, for fear of pointing a clear direction for the Alliance artillery outside the fortress, and then taste the taste of being bombarded by Alliance artillery.

Thinking of the battle in the daytime, almost every orc warrior felt extremely aggrieved.

The reason is nothing... Although the battle at Razor Ridge lasted for a whole day, it might be more appropriate to say that the artillery of the human navy was unilaterally ravaged and ravaged all day.

After more than 50,000 vanguards of human naval forces arrived on the battlefield, they immediately pulled out hundreds of large cannons that had been dismantled from the warships and began to bombard them like endless ammunition for them to consume, as if they were pouring money into the camp at Razor Ridge.

At the same time, the human navy even drew nearly 10,000 soldiers to build a simple camp just five or six kilometers away from the Razor Ridge camp, and it was a stance of not being impatient, striving steadily and gradually eroding.

The orc generals, including King Sarufar, did not think of leading the team to attack and seize or destroy hundreds of artillery that the Kurtiras Navy relied on, but every time the gate of Razor Ridge was opened, the human gunners would almost quickly turn the gun mouth and pour the shells into the small land.

Even a group of naval artillery players played waves of shooting, and the uninterrupted artillery fire covered the flower job, which made the orcs' plan to seize the gap between the artillery fire and make the orcs' plan to make a breakthrough in the momentum and make a breakthrough.

After several attacks, not only did not make any gains, but hundreds of soldiers were lost, allowing the orc generals to finally be able to stop the flag and avoid the edge.

On the contrary, the generals of the alliance were not sure whether they received the death order from the top or because of their calm nature. No matter how the orc defenders in Razor Ridge called insults, provoked and provoked, or used methods and tricks to show the enemy to be weak and lured the enemy into deep, they were unmoved at all. They did not give orc warriors who were better in combat power to meet in close combat.

And then, the advantages of artillery fire were fully utilized. The city walls and fortifications that could be seen in the naked eye were plowed over and over again outside the range of the crossbow. It was a stance that if the Razor Ridge was not bombarded into ruins, he would never attack and pursue the victory.

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The enemy was like a powerful porcupine covered with spikes. The tiger, Sarufar, had the courage but nowhere to vent... and could only let the human artillery position with large groups of people stationed in the distance, destroying its own defensive fortifications and the morale of the soldiers over and over again with an almost arrogant attitude.

I watched the Razor Ridge Fortress, which was built with great manpower and material resources, beset by waves of artillery shells...

In just one day, although the artillery fire of Kurtiras did not deliberately attack the living forces of the Razor Ridge defenders; although King Sarufar had issued several effective orders one after another to prevent the attack and damage of the artillery fire...

But on just the first day of the battle, the Razor Ridge defenders suffered thousands of casualties. The Kurtilas Navy, apart from the high-frequency firing of more than a dozen artillery guns, which caused heat to fail to cool down in time, and caused more than 20 members of the gun team to be accidentally injured, but was almost unharmed...

Such a frustrating battle and casualties completely broke out in the runaway of King Sarufar, which made countless orc warriors hold a ball of fire in the chests!

This is why this camp stealing operation tonight... The Razor Ridge Camp seemed to fall into a deep sleep under the night.

But under this silence, countless undercurrents are surging, waiting for the moment of explosion.

The candles on the table burned quietly, and occasionally made a faint sound, making the room slightly brighter.

Nazgrel paced in the barracks with a little anxiety, waiting for the information sent back by the sentries on the city wall.

Now Naz Greer has become the highest commander of Razor Ridge and is temporarily responsible for handling all the affairs in the camp. King Sarufal himself led two thousand wolf knights to take advantage of the darkness of the night to try to attack the naval camp and destroy hundreds of artillery that the Kurtilas navy relied on for help.

It can be said that if reinforcements have not arrived for a long time, the success or failure of the stealing camp operation tonight will be related to the final success or failure of the Razor Ridge battlefield.

If the artillery that was invincible to attack cities and villages continued to rage... the final outcome of the battle might really change to the side that was not good for the orcs.

Time passed quietly, and the candle gradually became shorter. In the end, only a small piece of wax core was left soaked in the melted wax oil.

It was still burning tenaciously on the wooden table. The wooden boards under it were scorching by the flames, making a "sizzling" sound. But in the end, the only remaining residue was burned out, and the flames that were originally swaying gradually faded away, leaving only a small ball of burnt black marks on the table. The whole room was in a darkness.

The extinguishing of the fire made Naz Grell come out of his anxious and worried state.

The candle was about to burn out before he could not realize it. Naz Greg smiled at his still not calm enough and tried to light another candle with the quiet moonlight. But before he could take action, a loud and noisy battle suddenly came from the camp.

"Bad!" A bad idea suddenly flashed through Nazgrare's mind: "The alliance also has sneak attacks! They will definitely strengthen the defense of the camp... The raid troops will probably face stubborn resistance!"

However, Razor Ridge was also attacked by one of the alliance. Now it is obviously not the time to worry about King Sarufar and the wolf cavalry. Without too much thought, Naz Grel, wearing a wolf-headed mask, had quickly taken the battle axe behind him, kicked open the door and ran towards the direction of the fight.

Running all the way. Thrall's security consultant cut his axe and chopped four or five robbers who escaped the garrison and went deep into the camp with his face. He cut into two pieces of the thieves who tried to set fire. Regardless of the splashing, the steaming and smelly blood, Nazgrell rushed to a low barracks in three or two steps, and quickly scanned every corner of the camp.

Even with the orcs' poor vision in the night, Naz Greer still keenly observed that in the middle of many barracks and tents, there were large numbers of human scouts and thieves dressed in black.

It was obvious that they were taking advantage of the fierce battle at the city gate to attract the attention of the garrison troops. They unknowingly sneaked in from an undetected corner on the dilapidated wooden wall!

After a moment of tightening, some infiltrators had already fought with orc soldiers who also found their traces, but more men in black were busy selecting targets and setting fires arbitrarily.

There were even a few explosions in the camp. Several invaders carrying a portable cannon or mortar blatantly aimed the muzzle at the house and the gathered beast soldiers, and opened fire.

The flames of the shells lit up almost arrogantly one after another.

A wooden house in the camp was unfortunately hit. The wooden house collapsed in an instant in the shock wave caused by the explosion. With the light of the fire caused by the explosion, Nazgrel saw sadly that several orc compatriots who were rushing towards the attacker at high speed on the other side had a thunderous sound and were torn into pieces by shells, and they didn't even have time to make any shouts.

"Damn Alliance, cunning human cubs!" Looking at the tents and houses that were already burning together, as well as many compatriots who fell in pools of blood after being besieged by the enemy, Naz Grell gritted his teeth and cursed: "I swear these despicable humans, they will pay the price!"

He jumped off the roof and chopped up three human thieves holding torches in hand to try to run quickly from in front of him to get rid of the pursuers. Naz Grell snatched a torch, and a hero jumped onto the roof and held the torch high above the top. He rushed toward the sound and the Kukaron guards who rushed to the fire after hearing the sound and rushed to the fire. He ordered:

"All hunters, fire flares!"

As soon as he shouted, Nazgrel felt his scalp numb. He didn't have time to think too much. The safety consultant rolled sideways and hid to the side. When he turned around to observe, three crossbow arrows with faint green light shining under the moonlight had already shot past where he was just now - poisonous arrows!

Even though Naz Grell is no longer a rookie who has just entered the battle formation, he still can't help but feel scared when he saw this scene.

If the movement just now is a little slower, you will definitely be penetrated by poisonous arrows. If you cannot receive timely treatment, even if the crossbow arrows do not hit the vital point, the poison on them will definitely cause you a great loss.

Now, King Sarufar leads his team to raid and leads his troops outside. If his nominal temporary commander encounters an unexpected accident... there is no doubt that the command system of the Razor Ridge Camp will definitely fall into chaos!

If the human navy on the opposite side notices this, the enemy's feint and harassment are very likely to take advantage of the situation and turn into a strong attack!

By then, the trouble will be great!

Reminding himself to keep calm, Naz Grell stood up again and ordered again at the reinforcements who were rushing to the following:

"Start the flares and find out the kowtowers who can only hurt people with hidden arrows!" (The kowtowers here are not real words, but are insulting synonyms like wild boars)

The Kukaron guards were slightly stunned after hearing the order. After recognizing the face of the security consultant, they took action without saying a word.

The originally thick ink-like night was broken by a sudden bright light.

In an instant, dozens of special feather arrows flashing with blazing light rushed up to the sky with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, illuminating the entire Razor Ridge Camp as bright as day. In an instant, no matter those thieves who were still in a stealth state or the scouts in black who had been exposed, they all had nowhere to hide under the dazzling light.

The orcs who had been furious because of the frustrated battle during the day were now stolen by these despicable humans who were ignorant of life and death and were destroyed in great difficulty. This was completely ignited the bucket in their chests.

At this moment, seeing those hidden destruction elements, the orc warriors roared in battle without any hesitation, and kept killing them wildly and angry...

There were not many thieves who were infiltrating, only a few dozen people.

The ability to set fire in the camp was just relying on the enemy's advantage of being open and secret. The feint at the main gate attracted the attention of the Razor Ridge defenders.

Now, these black-clad thieves have nowhere to hide in the light of the flares, and their biggest advantage has been slapped. At this time, facing the orc warriors who have recovered from their senses and are roaring continuously, they all inadvertently showed a look of horror. They quickly put down the arson tool in their hands and tried to rush into the darkness and sneak away.

Unfortunately, how could the Razor Ridge defenders, who were full of anger and had nowhere to vent their anger, give them such a chance?

Several figures were retreating back in panic. They realized that they were exposed to the enemy's sight.

However, the bullets and throwing flying axes obviously had to run faster, and the whistling bullets and short-handled hand axes hit them. The orcs were excited to see the figures staggering for a moment, and then fell to the ground like heavy stones.

Thousands of orc soldiers who arrived in time had already launched a net-style encirclement in the camp, and the flares in the sky showed no signs of pause. Instead, as time went by, the originally dark night was as bright as day, and it did not give these orc soldiers any opportunity to take advantage of the insidious and despicable human thieves in the eyes of these orc soldiers.

In addition, there were two or three powerful Kukaron guards on the side, and even followed the team, which completely cut off the intention of these intruders to escape in the chaos.

For a moment, although the flames soared into the sky in the Razor Ridge camp, the camps were filled with the fighting roars of orcs who discovered the target, and the painful howling of human thieves before they died.

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Due to the constraints of raw materials, most of the barracks in Razor Ridge are stone houses. Now it seems that the harm and losses caused by the originally soaring fire are reduced to a minimum.

In addition, the orcs also had their own raid tonight, so the soldiers did not sleep very heavily but were alert and ready for battle. After the riots occurred, the orc warriors who were already on guard almost quickly stabilized the chaos, and it was even more impossible for them to happen in a tragedy of being swallowed by flames in their sleep.

Therefore, although human sneak attacks seem to be quite powerful, they actually cause little casualties.

Suffering the burning breath surging in the air and the pungent smoke caused by the burning. Nazgrell called out several officers to extinguish the fire, search for the remaining enemies, and rescue the wounded one by one, and then quickly ran towards the city gate.

Compared to the arson damage that seemed to be quite powerful, the naval "felt" attack troops at the city gate, which do not know the specific number, is the real big trouble. What's more, compared to the sneak attack led by King Sarufal himself, the success or failure of the operation to destroy artillery was uncertain. The "small" riot in the camp is not worth mentioning at all, and it was not taken seriously by Naz Grel at this moment... Stabilize. Stabilize and stop shooting! Save ammunition!"

Prisoner Yug Storgard, before becoming one of the squadron leaders of the Kukaron Guard, was also a veteran who had experienced countless bloody battles.

At this moment, on the dilapidated city wall that had been bombarded several times by artillery fire, the sergeant was temporarily commanding more than two thousand archers to resist the human soldiers rushing to the main gate.

Under the city wall, more than 10,000 orc warriors were standing with their blades, ready to open the city gate at any time to fight with unknown human soldiers.

However, what is confusing is that the human troops on the opposite side, which seemed to have the courage to attack and fight suddenly were not only unknown in number, but also seemed to be suddenly flew away. After a fierce attack for a while, they escaped into the darkness and disappeared in a moment.

This made the orc warriors who had already been furious even more angry, and could only vent their anger and sprinkle arrows aimlessly into the dark night... This was the order that Sergeant Yugh Storgard shouted loudly to keep his comrades calm.

When Naz Grell arrived at the Razor Ridge Fortress gate, he happened to see this scene.

The sergeant commander who was commanding the battle nodded. Nazgrel lay down at the battlement of the city wall and looked outward. He soon noticed that there were hundreds of human corpses lying in a row not far from the entrance of the camp. It was obvious that the previous round of attacks of these people did not succeed. The orc warriors who had been vigilant had prevented the enemy's raids well.

"How is the situation, Yug?"

Turning his head and asking about his old acquaintance, it was obvious that the strange behavior of humans made Naz Grell unable to figure it out. Whether it was the troops that had just retreated suddenly or the inexplicable raid of humans, the security consultant was puzzled.

He originally thought that the navy on the opposite side would continue to rely on the artillery advantage to show off his power until he destroyed all the defense methods of Razor Ridge, and would have the courage to fight to the death with his own side...

However, before Naz Greer could resolve his doubts, a strange music suddenly came from a distance, like a war drum, but it was much crisper than the orcs' war drum!

"It's the navy's drum beat! Let the brothers cheer up and prepare for battle!" Turning his head and yelled at the sergeant with the same solemn expression. Naz Grell had already turned over and jumped down the city, came to the army gathered in formation, and shouted loudly: "Those human bastards are here. Take the axe and come to the brothers, go and kill them,!"

The drums were getting closer and closer, and Nazgrell heard a neat footsteps and metal collisions through the darkness outside the camp. The hunters on the walls obviously noticed that several flares were fired and flew out of the camp.

Under the flashing light, an army of numerous people appeared outside the camp. It was roughly obvious that the force had a force of no less than 30,000, which was more than twice the orcs at the city wall at this moment.

Wearing heavy and sturdy plate armor and holding well-built weapons, the navy troops on the wasteland outside the city came to kill fiercely as soon as they appeared.

"ignition!"

On the city wall, an orc officer ordered loudly.

The next second, a sharp arrow broke out into the air, and the pre-arranged fire outside the camp was lit with a "bang", and the grease-soaked firewood burned violently, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Under this light, the human army began to advance. They were loosely lined up with untidy straggler lines. At the edge of the team, a drummer was beating a slow rhythm, which was a light small snare drum. The drum hammers as thick as two fingers were beating on it, and the entire team followed the rhythm slowly towards the camp. It soon entered the hunter's range.
To be continued...