From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 52 Shaman
The orc army led by Mosa, taking advantage of the cover of night, broke through several small towns in Cheltland along the way, but found that the buildings had already been deserted.

It turned out that Baron Yaqi would move the outside population to the city every winter, not only to preserve the population, but also to better concentrate his power.

Unlike Doman City, they did this many years ago. With years of sufficient preparation and solid background, the citizens have safely passed one cold winter after another.

Mosa, who hadn't gained anything outside, finally came to the only city in the Celtic Territory. The tall city walls and the large number of enemies did not make him retreat, but instead aroused his warlike nature of the orcs.

Baron Archie looked at the thousands of orcs under the city with a relatively relaxed expression. The Chelt Territory has two full battalions of militiamen, and they may be beaten everywhere in field battles, which is more than enough for defending the city.

According to previous experience, the orcs would retreat if the attack could not be defeated for a few days. As for whether they retreated to the grassland or plundered other places, Archie didn't care. What did other people's life and death matter to him?

So he just took a few glances, then leisurely returned to his castle surrounded by guards and servants, and began to enjoy his afternoon tea.

A burly middle-aged man climbed up the city wall after him. He was covered by a thick plate armor, only a "Y" shaped gap on the helmet was exposed.

The scarlet cloak fluttered wantonly in the cold wind, echoing the eagle banner on the city wall, as thick as the earth.

He is the knight captain of Baron Archie, a high-ranking knight, and enjoys a high reputation throughout Linton County.

Johnny frowned and looked at the orcs gathered below, feeling something was wrong in his heart. In the past, the orcs attacked the city in a swarm, but these were different. Although the pupils were full of bloodthirsty light, they were not swayed by the will to fight .

Touching the long sword on his waist, he felt more at ease, and loudly ordered the city defense officer to deploy various defensive weapons. This was also a rare buffer opportunity.

Mosa rode a tall warg, his eyes scanned back and forth on the city wall, and finally locked his eyes on Johnny. His fighting instinct told him that this human was very strong.

In a hidden corner, the orc shaman waved the bone staff in his hand, his skinny limbs danced strangely, and whispered an obscure language softly in his mouth.

A series of halos of different colors gradually emerged, setting off his seemingly frail body to be extremely majestic...

Bundles of arrows were carried onto the city wall, and the logs were piled up like mountains, but such ample preparations could not appease Johnny's increasingly flustered heart.

If the orc hadn't just stood outside the range of the bow and arrow, he would have wanted to attack first.

"What is hiding behind them, why do I feel so uneasy..." Johnny stared at the back of the orc with his eyes wide open, where some hazy fog interfered with his vision, and he couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, a burst of crimson light bloomed inside, and the blazing light turned the uneasiness in his heart into fear in an instant. He roared angrily: "Dodge! Dodge! Orc shaman—"

Before the words were finished, a huge dark red fireball dragged a long tail flame, and rushed straight to the rammed earth city wall with a destructive atmosphere. The fierce firelight reflected on the desperate cheeks of the militiamen, and the fireball quickly enlarged in their pupils. Johnny's angry shout still echoed in his ears, but his body could only tremble uncontrollably.

"Rumble..."

The deafening roar, the fire that shot straight into the sky, the desperate and helpless cry... The dark red flame instantly vaporized hundreds of militiamen.

Johnny pushed away the guards who threw him down, struggled to stand up, and found that the city wall was scorched black, the air was filled with a burnt stench, there were waves of wailing in his ears, and the prepared oil pan was overturned ...

"Warriors, charge! Charge!"

Mosaya spewed out a heavy white gas from his nostrils, and waved the battle ax in his hand. The orcs could no longer resist their bloodthirsty and warlike desires, and they all rushed up with their big feet of nearly fifty yards.

They wielded tomahawks, bone sticks, and sledgehammers in their hands, and charged with unique slogans in their mouths.

During their charge, the hundreds of orcs at the front were enveloped by dazzling halos.

"[Brave], [Bloodthirsty]"

The orcs who were blessed by the shamanic magic looked even crazier and crueler, and the orcs carrying the ladder in front were walking like flying, and they were about to approach the moat.

The militiamen on the city wall came to their senses after Johnny's shouts and calls, and the archers began to shoot arrows with their bows in a hurry.

A dense rain of arrows poured down, and more than [-] orcs fell to the ground quickly, but more orcs were hit by arrows, but continued to charge with blood as if nothing happened.

All the militiamen defending the city were shocked by this fearless aura, and their morale immediately fell to the bottom after successive blows.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Johnny immediately drew out his long sword and stuck it in front of him, his fighting spirit gushed out instantly, covering the surrounding militiamen:
"Combat skill [courage]!"

The militiamen affected by Johnny immediately overcame the fear in their hearts, and began to counterattack the orcs below who were already trying to cross the moat.

The moat is not wide, but only a distance of three or four meters. The orcs with the blessing of magic just jumped over. They braved arrows and rolling stones... They put the siege ladder on the city wall and started the ant attack city.

Johnny was calm and calm, went to the front line to command, and soon temporarily stabilized the line of defense by virtue of the superiority of numbers.

"Swish"

A dense array of spears came out from the hands of a group of orcs. Johnny immediately commanded the shield soldiers to form a defensive line. The heavy spears hit the wooden shield wrapped in iron, making a dull sound.

The militiamen gritted their teeth and resisted. Although some unlucky ones were occasionally pierced by spears, they still managed to defend.

Before Johnny could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a group of orcs in light clothes with hatchets on their waists, climbing up the siege ladder at an incredible speed.

The one-eyed orc in the lead performed a craniotomy on the two militiamen who were trying to stop them, and climbed onto the city wall covered in blood.

He was tall, mighty, unstoppable, and drenched in blood. With a hatchet in his hand, he slashed left and right, and forcibly created a vacuum on the city wall.

The orcs behind him quickly rushed up through the gap he opened. A knight tried to stop them, but his head was cut off in just a few rounds, and his body was directly trampled under the feet of the one-eyed orc.

Johnny was furious, he pulled out his long sword, and rushed forward with a team of personal guards...

(End of this chapter)