The players of Black Dragon Castle did not wait too long.

In fact, four or five hours after the first round of the Orcs attack ended, players noticed that the Orcs' camp was about to move again.

And this time, the entire orc camp was mobilized, and nearly 30,000 troops actually emerged in full swing...

The endless army of orcs began to surround the other side of the Black Dragon Castle along the hillside, and gradually completed the encirclement.

However, although they were surrounded by the city, there was a teleportation array, and the players in the Black Dragon Castle were not worried.

On the contrary, they looked at the dark orcs, with expectations in their expressions:

"Are you finally going to start your second attack?"

"Good guy! Everyone is surrounded this time. Is it going to start a decisive battle?"

"I've been hung up for a few more hours, and I'm so anxious."

"Hahaha! Be content! The players who were ambushing are still squatting in the Elf Forest and the Dark Mountains."

"Puff...how long will they squat? Don't you come and kill monsters?"

"I don't know, it seems that they have taken a separate mission. Maybe they will come out to raid when we fight the orcs in a decisive battle."

"Damn it! Are they responsible for the harvest? This is not possible. We have to work hard in a while to kill more orcs who are sieging the city!"

"Puff... I've been ambushing for a day, so I have to drink some soup, right?"

"You don't understand this. We fought for so long in the morning, and only more than a thousand orcs died. The players who were ambushing all rode monsters and chased orcs. I guess they were sure to chase one. When we fought mercenaries last time, more than 200 European emperors with crypt spiders became rich!"

"Damn it! Is it true or false?"

"Why are you lying to?"

On the city wall, the players looked at the orcs moving like endless ant colonies, talking lively, as if they were not the ones who were besieged in the city.

At this moment, there was another scene in the orc army...

In the main camp of the Orcs, one big, two small, three tall altars were erected.

The altar is painted with complex and mysterious patterns, intertwined into a symbol composed of bent bows and snowflakes.

Thirty-six orc priests, led by three silver priests, were following the orc high priests, and constantly bowing to the altar.

Their faces were painted with oil paint and their expressions were fanatical...

The orc high priest, holding an ancient book of winter and hunting, prayed devoutly:

"Father Urel, we worship you!"

"God of Father Urel, all glory belongs to you!"

"You are the master of hunting, you are the master of winter, you are the only heavenly father of the orcs..."

"We are the dust in the world, you have given us powerful strength, we are the sinners in the world, you have never left us, and you have given us your grace..."

"Please wash us and drive away our inner confusion; please shine on us and give us endless power..."

Her voice is majestic and sacred.

After the expansion of divine art, the sound of devout prayer almost resounded throughout the orc camp.

All the orcs who heard the prayer couldn't help but kneel down and began to pray word by word to the high priest's words...

In the blink of an eye, the army of orcs around him knelt down and bowed.
Chapter completed!