"Alright, I'll send a few Gatling gun squads to your camp to help. You need to protect their safety!"

What is a Gatling gun? Is it one of those big guns that can fire continuously?

"Yes, even an orc general would be shot twice and fall. Hopefully, we can hold out until dawn!"

"That's wonderful, thank you in advance, Uncle..."

According to seniority, Qin Yuanzhi should call Qin Mo "Uncle," but since he got the benefit, he pretended to be a junior.

"Get the hell out of here! Just be careful... don't let your men lose their lives in vain!"

"Uncle, are you implying that I should desert my post? I don't mean to..."

"Rumble... Rumble..."

The loud noise drowned out Qin Yuanzhi's teasing. Qin Mo quickly jumped onto the stockade wall and saw that the orcs in the distance had begun to charge. The hundreds of thousands of tall and heavy orcs were even more awe-inspiring than the cavalry when they ran.

"What's that sound? Is it the sound of horses' hooves?"

"The orcs have begun their attack! Quickly return to your own camps!" Qin Yuanzhi and He Qingyun's perception and eyesight were far inferior to Qin Mo's, so Qin Mo hurriedly told them to return to their own camps to prepare for the enemy.

Qin Mo hurriedly returned to the defense zone of the Da Yuan army, and instructed Wu Shengze to arrange for several Gatling gun squads to go and help the Dou Jin and Xu Ri army. He then picked up his binoculars and began to observe the situation outside.

The orcs' attack was nothing new; they still relied on their strong bodies to create a huge impact. However, the attack was not going smoothly due to the long-range firepower of the large army. Qin Mo's expression grew increasingly grim.

The battle between Allen and Heather had completely changed, and Qin Mo sensed their precarious situation.

Allen had abandoned his longsword and put on his familiar "Twilight" longbow, constantly circling Arthas, looking for an opportunity to shoot, while Heather was completely hidden in the light and no longer engaged in close combat with Arthas, relying entirely on the purifying power of the light to fight Arthas.

"What terrifying thing about Arthas is it that makes the two of them afraid to get close?"

If Qin Mo were closer to the three of them at this moment, she would have noticed that Arthas's greatsword was constantly absorbing all the life force in the surrounding space. Both Allen and Heather felt their life force being drained away, and the few strands of hair peeking out from the gaps in the Great Elf's helmet had turned gray.

Although Qin Mo couldn't see the terrible state of the two, he saw Arthas arrogantly rushing towards Allen with his greatsword, and Allen immediately flying backward. Heatherine didn't even dare to show herself anymore, so he knew that this was really troublesome.

"Weak humans, I'll give you one last chance: become my knights of the dead! You will receive the great Arthas's bounty... Hehehehehe!"