Even if they took all the time to prepare, it was still half an hour before the surprise attack force set off. Eighty senior patrollers, forty guard knights, and four hundred elite steel fist cavalry were all covered by tarpaulins, wading through knee-deep water and walking toward the camp of the barbarian orc army. In addition to swords and battle axes, each of them carried a jar of blazing glue. This alchemical potion is extremely viscous and can stick to the surface of any solid material and burn violently, even wet wood or Leather soaked in fire retardant potion is no exception. Although they have moved forward as quickly and lightly as possible, the mud and rain made it impossible for the troops to move quietly. Fortunately, although the rain was not as violent as it was at the beginning, it never cleared up. Instead, it continued to get heavier. This allowed the barbarian warriors to hide in their tents with confidence and courage, while drinking fermented camel milk as hard as they could. While complaining, many of them mentioned the name of the God of Death. Siege towers and catapults have proven their worth in today's battle, but in the minds of most barbarian orcs, fighting with these things cannot gain prestige. So although important, no Howling Warrior was willing to accept the task of protecting these siege engines, except for a few slave soldiers who were forced to serve as guards. Ferrero El Ni?o walked back and forth between the two siege towers worriedly. The shaman costume on his body had already been wet by the heavy rain, and the paint on his face and hands had also been washed away, which made him look particularly old. Tired, like an old dog that has fallen into the water. Today's fierce battle made the former senior elder of the Adventurers Guild feel deep self-loathing. He was not born to be a traitor. He became Joseph Tito's right-hand man, and after the mercenary king finally became the real king , standing in the position of the founding father, this has always been Ferrero's dream. It's a pity that the goddess of fate did not favor him. Joseph Tito's carefully planned conspiracy eventually turned into a huge joke. Not only did he fail to divert trouble to the east and disrupt the order of the Griffin Empire, but his own foothold was also destroyed. . Ferrero El Ni?o also became a victim of this conspiracy, and almost became a blood sacrifice in the ceremony of the orc army's expedition. Although he won the forgiveness of the King of Barbarians by begging and betraying all the information, from that day on, Ferrero has been living in great terror. The customs of the barbarian orcs are different from those of humans. There is no law in the usual sense. Warriors must rely on their own hands to protect their rights and interests. Life-and-death duels triggered by trivial matters are simply too normal for the barbarian orcs. The only thing recognized among the barbarian orcs is reputation. Warriors with a reputation are respected everywhere, while those without a reputation are only treated slightly better than slaves. The moment Ferrero bent his knees for his own life, his prestige had evaporated in the minds of the beastmen. If he wanted to restore his prestige, he could only rely on making more contributions. Helping the barbarian orcs build these large siege engines is Ferrero's effort to protect his own life. After the first catapult was successfully built and demonstrated its extraordinary lethality, his position finally became stable. The king of the barbarian beastmen even sent him a small team of roaring warriors for personal protection. Although those unruly guys always looked at him with contempt, Ferrero finally felt that his life was protected, so he worked harder Working for the King of Barbarian Orcs, he built a larger and more stable siege tower. These huge towers pose a great threat to Tallon Fortress. If it were not for the tenacious fighting spirit of the defenders and the sudden heavy rain, the first city wall might have been lost by now. Regarding the role that the catapults and siege towers he supervised played in this bloody battle, Ferrero felt both gratified and painful. He was gratified that the king of barbarian orcs would value him more and more, and he was pained by the impact he had on his compatriots. s damage. Looking at the dark sky, Ferrero tried to convince himself that this was a test given to him by the goddess of fate. What he did was just to survive. Even if his soul was tortured after death, he could answer confidently. The short prayer made Ferrero feel better. He looked away and wanted to go back to the tent to take shelter from the rain. However, at this moment, there was a dull impact, followed by a scream that was strangled in the throat. . Ferrero turned around in horror, and then saw the God of Death wearing a black poncho, with golden eyes like two burning little suns. "Tomard Ann" Ferrero blurted out subconsciously, and a strange coldness hit his heart, making his limbs paralyzed, and his heart was filled with despair that cursed his fate. Then he twisted his cane and drew out the thin rapier hidden inside. "It turns out that the traitor is you, Ferrero El Ni?o." Tomad said in a slightly hoarse voice. Behind him, the armed slaves were defeated by the patrollers and the steel fist cavalry.The group of orcs protecting Ferrero had just rushed out of the tent and met Marquis Dragunson who was holding up the "Tearer" with great interest. With a roar and several kills, the group of barbarian orcs were all lying in a pool of blood. Silva, who came to rescue him, didn't even catch a single enemy. Ferrero raised the thin stabbing sword to his chest in despair, "Believe me I just want to live." He said in a begging tone. "I believe you, but please tell these words to those soldiers who died!" Tomad replied coldly, then slid forward and waved the griffon sword with a dazzling sword light. A harsh metallic sound sounded, but only once. The gryphon sword easily blocked the attack of the thin stabbing sword, then flipped his wrist and slashed down. The sword blade cut through Ferrero's left hand in front of him, and then split his head in half. In the next few minutes, the attacking troops killed all the armed slaves guarding here, and then threw the clay pots they carried with them at the siege tower and catapults. The thick vermilion liquid flowed from the cracked clay pots. It flows out and burns immediately upon contact with the air, licking the moist date palm wood like a fiery red tongue. Since the amount of blazing glue brought was not enough, and destroying the siege towers that threatened the most was the top priority, more than half of the catapults did not have time to be burned. A few of the strongest knights used battle axes to chop off the more delicate parts of the sling. They were sure that even if the barbarians could barely repair it, it would take them several days. Marquis Dragonson's black steel giant sword "Tearer" showed its power at this time. When he walked back from several catapults with satisfaction, no one could tell what the wreckage behind him was. Something. The fire caused by the incandescent glue is getting bigger and bigger, quickly drying out the wood and igniting a more fierce and blazing flame. A dozen siege towers turned into a dozen giant torches tens of meters high, and the raging fire lit up the gloomy sky. The rain never stopped, and the accumulated rainwater on the ground gathered into a vast ocean of water, reflecting the thick smoke and fire rising into the sky, forming a breathtaking fantasy spectacle. Of course, it was impossible for such a fire not to alert the barbarian orc army. A dozen gangs led their men angrily and rushed out of the camp, trying to put out the fire. But it was too late, even approaching the burning siege towers was difficult. What's even more troublesome is that the flame formed after adding blazing glue has some magical properties. A shaman summoned a spring of water to extinguish the fire, but the flames spread against the spring and almost burned him. Zulu Gritoutz, the king of the barbarian orcs, walked out of the white tent and looked at the fire with gloomy eyes. After a few minutes, he stamped his feet hard. "Dogo? Troll!" "Your Majesty, please give me your orders." The remaining leader of the White Guards immediately came over and bowed deeply. "Take a hundred White Guards and two roaring warriors to search for survivors over there, especially whether he is alive or dead. If there are no survivors, then the incoming enemy must be They haven't gone far yet, catch up and teach them a lesson, but don't be reluctant to fight, and withdraw after achieving certain results." "I obey, Your Majesty." A trace of excitement flashed on Dogo Troll's face, and he followed the barbarian. Although the King of Orcs has a respected position, for a barbarian orc warrior, being unable to fight is definitely an annoying thing. Two minutes later, a group of howling orcs and roaring warriors waded into the water and rushed towards the direction of the raging fire. Dogo Troll ran at the front carrying a double-edged battle ax, his face full of bloodthirsty desire. . It can be imagined that this team has no interest in searching for survivors because they are afraid that the attacking human troops will withdraw to Tallon Fortress. Even the craziest barbarian orcs now understand that the strong fortress is not easy to chew, and maybe this battle will last for a long time. But the Togo Troll did not dare to ignore His Majesty Zulu Gritoutz¡¯s personal order, which ordered that the whereabouts of Ferrero El Ni?o must be found. The White Guards and Roaring Warriors reluctantly carried out the order. Fortunately, the corpse was very easy to find. A spear nailed his head to the center of the camp, next to it was a headless head washed white by the rain. The corpse's hands and feet had been chopped off, and were thrown away not far from the torso, looking like a broken doll. "Very good, now I can submit my report to His Majesty." Dogo Troll looked at the head that was stuck on the tip of the spear with satisfaction. Fear had distorted the face of the deceased, making it look even more grotesque and terrifying. "It's such a thoughtful thing, so I don't have to worry about carrying it around with me." As Dogo Troll said, he pulled the head off the spear, then wrapped it with a piece of animal skin and tied it. On his belt. "Now, let's pursue! Hey!" "Kill, chop, hey!" A burst of crazy and savage roars broke out among the team, and then they rushed towards the direction of Tallon Fortress.??.