Chapter 336 The Strongest of the Orcs
Rand was not in a good mood.
The orcs' siege was much more violent than expected.
Even after experiencing Rand's harassment tactics.
After being tortured for a full half month, the exhausted orcs were still much stronger than Rand's soldiers and knights.
Their diet and excretion had been under Rand's control for the past half month, and they had not had a good night's sleep.
To be honest, the fact that morale has not collapsed yet is beyond Rand's imagination.
Rand could indeed sense their weakness, but they were still braver than he had imagined.
But this was not the reason why Rand was in a bad mood.
This was Rand's third day commanding the soldiers to defend the city on the city wall.
Just yesterday, a feather arrow flew from the city wall and turned Her Royal Highness the Princess of Takagi Kingdom into a hedgehog.
Once again, Rand came to the rescue.
Then I found out that Her Royal Highness the Princess was a man, uh huh.
Rand tried hard not to think about this shit.
Watching the siege outside the city wall.
Rand now feels very stressed.
Rand actually arranged normal rest time for himself, but the high-pressure command during working hours still brought Rand a lot of mental pressure.
After all, Rand had been leading his army to torture the orcs for the previous half month.
He himself, the army commander, was also being tortured.
It has been more than half a month now, and Rand has not had a good rest.
The Orcs also have flying units that are very difficult to deal with.
It is a huge advantage for the orcs to have flying troops.
The harpy can fly higher than the top of the city wall, and then shoot arrows from the opposite direction with a light crossbow.
Wyverns can throw jars filled with kerosene or diseased corpses into the city.
None of these were particularly effective, but Rand needed to have people on guard at all times.
It's so annoying.
Rand sighed and moved from standing to sitting down.
There was a chair with an armchair next to him and a mahogany table in front of him. The overall look was somewhat aristocratic.
Olenna, dressed as a swordsman, made Rand a cup of tea.
Rand picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Around the city walls, there were countless shouts and cries of orcs constantly climbing up the walls, but being pushed and stabbed down by the human defenders.
It is the huge stone embedded in the top of the city by the Frost Giants, and it is the residual energy of the orc spellcaster.
And countless feather arrows.
Although all of this was very close to Rand, the atmosphere of the small table next to Rand was completely different from the surroundings.
If it were more than three years ago, facing such a battlefield, Rand would have been extremely nervous.
But now, Rand feels it is more important to keep his mind calm and find opportunities to rest.
Normal attacks can't kill him, and he has Olenna, Elsa, Lysa and Ellie by his side.
Ellie's magic could handle some of the smaller projectiles, and Lysa's arrows must be faster than the harpy's small crossbow.
As for Olenna and Elsa, they are both powerful agile melee hero units. No orcs, trolls, or beast-eared people can get close to Rand.
So there was a unique silence around Rand.
Rand took another sip of the hot black tea.
Ask the "prince" and "princess" beside him: "How long do you think we should hold on?"
Both the prince and princess were a little embarrassed at this time, as the secret of their exchanged identities was discovered.
Although they felt that Earl Rand seemed indifferent after being shocked at first, he was also completely uninterested in the story behind them.
Rand tapped the table with his teacup, signaling them to answer quickly.
Only then did the prince, who was dressed as a man, answer: "Today?"
Rand shook his head.
The answer was given directly: "We must hold out until the opposing general personally participates in the siege."
The giant boulders thrown by the Frost Giants continued to embed into the city walls.
Many of them also crashed into the city.
The city's walls are already crumbling.
The retreat route has also been prepared.
But on the surface, Rand showed no intention of retreating.
Rand was ready to abandon the city, but before giving up, he planned to fully utilize the city's functions.
Let this city consume enough orc lives.
In the biting cold wind.
The orc general looked gloomy.
He didn't intend to attack the city himself at first.
His physical condition was already very poor.
As the strongest and most talented orc currently.
He is the most likely to reach the legendary realm of "King".
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But the "king" is not a monster who will not get tired or die, let alone him.
After drinking the fire soup for the third time, he led the orcs from the coastline to break through the noble castles one by one until they broke through the royal city of the Gaomu Kingdom.
He still has several wounds on his body that have not healed yet.
This is the case after drinking the "fire soup", which greatly enhanced the self-healing ability.
The orc general looked at the orcs beside him.
If I die, who can lead this exhausted orc army?
Orcs mostly fight in clans.
If it is a big war, the big clan will go, and if it is a small war, the small clan will go.
Like now, gathering a large number of orcs from different clans to fight in a group, perhaps only the current orc leader and him, the most powerful orc warrior, can do it.
After his death, who will be qualified to lead this orc army?
But now, they must capture the city as soon as possible.
His orc army needs rest, otherwise it may collapse at any time.
Now we are stuck in an endless loop. If we don't rest well, we may collapse at any time, but we can't rest unless we capture the city.
And the city could not be breached in a short time.
The humans on the other side had a very strong will to resist. If he didn't go into battle himself, they might not be able to break through even after three more days.
The huge, burly orc, like a little giant, stood up.
Only the key parts of his body were protected by iron armor, and a dirty and tattered crimson cloak was draped over his shoulders.
As he stood up, the strong, muscular orc army beside him seemed dwarfed.
Dark red lines flowed on the orc general's body, and his muscles bulged.
The giant orc stomped his feet on the ground, pulled out the giant halberd that was vertically inserted into the ground, and then let out an earth-shaking roar.
The roar resounded throughout the world, even the tea in the cup of Rand's hand who was quietly sipping tea and thinking about tactics on the distant city wall.
There were ripples all over.
Rand pushed his chair away, stood up, and said, "It's time to play with your life."
Rand looked at the two students beside him and said, "Your Highness, Prince, Your Highness, please retreat first. We will retreat later."
"Will we be in the way here?" asked the Prince and Princess.
"No, but I won't be able to care about your life or death." Rand said coldly, "I might just watch you die without helping you."
The prince and princess shook their heads. "Since it won't get in the way, we're willing to stand with the knights and nobles."
Rand admired this about them: they were not impulsive, but they were courageous enough.
If not for this, these two perverts would have been driven away by him.
To be honest, the fighting ability of the prince and princess is not that bad, they are still at the elite level, but they lack combat experience.
I hope nothing happens to them next time.
Rand took a few steps forward on the city wall, looking at the huge orcs galloping across the land.
The huge orc general also raised his head at this time, looking at Rand's flying family flag and Rand's overly young face.
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The following is a continuation of Note 1: King Wen was at a loss (24) and asked, "What do the princes' swords look like?" He said, "The princes' swords have the sharp edge of a wise and courageous man (25), the edge of an honest and upright man, the spine of a virtuous and good man, the hilt of a loyal and holy man, and the heel of a heroic and outstanding man. This sword has no front when it is straightened, no top when it is raised, no bottom when it is pressed, and no side when it is moved. It follows the roundness of the sky to follow the three lights (26), and follows the squareness of the earth to follow the four seasons. It harmonizes the people's will to bring peace to the four regions (27). Once this sword is used, it is like the sound of thunder and lightning. Within the four borders (28), everyone will submit and obey the king's orders (29). This is the princes' sword."
(End of this chapter)