Everything unfolded just as Sylvie had predicted. The orc forces indeed converged near Ironstone Village and collided head-on with the troops he had ambushed there.
Outside Ironstone Village, the orc and human armies faced off across the Blackwater River. Although the weather was still relatively warm, the Spotted Blackfish from the Sorento Mountains released a chill during spawning, making the ice on the Blackwater River still quite thick.
Dusk had arrived, and the sunlight gradually deepened from golden to dark red, making the air around Ironstone Village grow heavy.
In terms of numbers, even with the players included, the orc army still held a significant advantage.
Sylvie and Talamb's regular troops barely exceeded five hundred in total.
Including the online players and over a thousand hastily recruited militia, there were more than two thousand people in total. However, wars are never won by numbers alone.
Players could resurrect, and although they were weak, they couldn't be counted as re units.
Sylvie, clad in armor, rode his Dragonblood Steed, observing the orc phalanx across the river, with Claremont and Talamb standing on either side of him.
"Claremont, what do you think?"
"Master Sylvie, although the orcs have large numbers, apart from over a thousand Beastfolk Heavy Infantry and about sixty Wolf Cavalry, the remaining Goblin Vanguard are just cannon fodder." Claremont paused before adding, "These goblins are even less formidable than the militia of Blackriver Town."
Talamb's face darkened at the side. These so-called cannon fodder goblins had already captured two major towns in Blackriver Territory and were heading straight for his stronghold.
Wasn't this just a roundabout way of calling the Blackriver Territory militia useless? And by extension, calling him, the lord, useless as well.
These two master and servant were truly sharp-tongued.
Claremont's analysis wasn't wrong. Goblins, being weak creatures, were born to be cannon fodder, except for a few mutated ones.
They stood less than one and a half ters tall, about the size of a child. When charging, they would emit strange cries of "gibberish" and, due to their limited intelligence, often ran in the wrong direction.
...
Leading the orc army this ti was the new orc commander—Baideng Bloodfang.
He urgently needed an impressive record to solidify his position within the orc army, and the strategically significant yet weak Blackriver Territory beca his testing ground.
Baideng Bloodfang considered himself different from his kin who only knew how to charge blindly. He was an orc full of wisdom, and his powerful strength and intelligent mind would make the orcs invincible.
Therefore, upon encountering the human army, he didn't rush in recklessly shouting "Lok'Tar Ogar" [Victory or Death].
He held his position, observing the composition of the human army from a distance.
It was evident that the lord of Blackriver Territory had sought external aid, as the number of regular troops across the river had more than doubled compared to the intelligence reports.
Moreover, there was a group of disorganized humans who didn't look like militia. They stood and sat without discipline, noisy and chaotic, more like...
Thinking this, Baideng Bloodfang glanced at his Goblin Vanguard.
At this mont, the goblins were also chattering noisily, so climbing trees, others chewing grass, and Baideng Bloodfang even saw one goblin set its own little brother on fire.
Exactly the sa.
Had the human army beco so corrupt? His over a thousand Beastfolk Heavy Infantry could easily slaughter the less than five hundred regular troops and militia, not to ntion his Wolf Cavalry.
As for those undisciplined humans, they could be left to the goblins.
Baideng Bloodfang found it unbelievable. He had planned so many sches and made such detailed plans for this.
After much consideration, Baideng Bloodfang decided to see if he could persuade the humans to surrender. He patted the wolf beneath him, preparing to go over, but seed to think of sothing else and waved for a Wolf Cavalry to step forward for dialogue.
"Og kart, ug-wort grim-zod uz-bad waa gut-dreg, Tuf jerk k-nar uk-rog hawaa!" [Humans across the river, the rciful Bloodfang leader offers you a chance to live, but you must surrender imdiately!]
The orc Wolf Cavalry shouted loudly at Sylvie, but Sylvie didn't understand a word.
Doug walked up to Sylvie with his chest puffed out, feeling it was finally ti to showcase his talents.
Though he kept a serious face, he couldn't hide the smugness in his eyes.
As a talented student from the Cologne Empire's Butler Academy, mastering the main languages of the Kain Continent was one of his compulsory courses, including the orc language.
"Master Sylvie, let , Doug, an outstanding graduate of the 18th class of the Butler Academy, translate what the orc Wolf Cavalry said. He said: Humans across..."
"No need." Sylvie raised his hand, expressionless, interrupting Doug, then took a longbow from the archers behind him.
Drawing the bowstring to its full extent, he released it in one fluid motion.
The orc Wolf Cavalry on the other side was too late to escape.
With a sharp "whoosh," the arrow pierced through his skull with a shrill whistle, the powerful force knocking him off his mount, rolling him over several tis until he stopped in front of Baideng Bloodfang.
"Despicable humans!"
Seeing the fate of his Wolf Cavalry, Baideng Bloodfang's eyes were filled with rage. He drew the wolf-fang club from his waist, raising it high above his head, and roared in fury, "Blood and glory! Orc army, kill all humans!"
"Lok'Tar Ogar!"
"Gibberish!"
"Woo—woo—"
With the deep sound of horns and the orcs' excited roars, Baideng Bloodfang's heavy orc infantry began driving the goblins to attack the human army across the river, while the orc Wolf Cavalry guarded the flanks of the army.
"Wow! The orcs are attacking!"
"Holy crap! Holy crap!!"
"I've fought in city battles before, but the realism and pressure can't compare to this."
"Ura! Ura!! For the Alliance!"
"Everyone move aside, let form the head!"
"Is orc at tasty?"
"Amazing, is this what war is like? The ground is shaking!"
"Fan, move the temporary resurrection crystal further back... I'm afraid it'll get destroyed by the orcs."
...
Unlike the players who were both excited and anxious, Sylvie, as the leader, maintained absolute calm.
Over a thousand Beastfolk Heavy Infantry were not to be underestimated; each one could rival a standard knight, if not surpass them.
After all, this was open fields, unlike the narrow castle passages. In such an open space, once surrounded, even an Earth Knight would be at a disadvantage.
Not to ntion, behind the orc army, there was an orc commander on a tall wolf, watching intently.
Moreover, even if he and Claremont could retreat unscathed, their subordinates would be devoured by the orcs, rendering it all aningless.
"One hundred paces!"
"Eighty paces!"
"Prepare..."
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"Release arrows!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
"Outsider magic corps, attack freely!"
The militia in the formation drew their bows and shot arrows. The orcs were so densely packed that they didn't need to aim.
With the whistling of arrows, nearly a thousand arrowheads rained down on the orc vanguard.
The goblins had no protective armor, only the simplest bone knives and grass skirts, and this volley of arrows instantly caused hundreds of goblin casualties.
anwhile, the players' basic magic followed closely behind the arrows, flying through the sky.
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