From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 55

Looking at the tall and sturdy castle, Mosa tried to attack for a day, losing nearly a hundred people, but did not attack at all.

According to the shaman, there is nothing he can do with his magic in such a castle. There are only two options that can work. One is to attack by force, but that will pay a very heavy price, and it may not be successful.

The second is to surround the place and wait for the food and drinking water inside to run out, and they will naturally surrender, but this is obviously unrealistic. Who knows how many supplies these greedy humans have hoarded?
He took out a broken animal skin from the blood-stained leather armor, on which a simple map was drawn with some unknown liquid, and after careful identification, he finally locked his eyes on one place.

In human terms, that place is called Karnaland!

Mosa gave an order, and the orcs took the plundered property and food, and drove the captured slaves to a new target. Their purpose this time was not only to plunder, but also to kill!
……

The sky had just dawned, and the land was shrouded in mist, which made it hard to see clearly. Colin rubbed his eyes, and felt a little sleepy holding the spear. He hadn't closed his eyes all night.

"After switching defenses for a while, I must have a good sleep, and then make those nasty orcs look good." He looked at the traps that had been hidden under the city wall and muttered.

"Hey, boy, don't doze off." Captain Laurie walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled him to cheer up.

"Captain, do you think the orcs will come today?" Colin tightened his clothes, and began to find something to say, otherwise he would really fall asleep.

Laurie looked outside, did not speak, but narrowed his eyes, and leaned halfway out, as if he had found something.

Colin followed his line of sight, and found that on the misty ground, a scarlet flag was slowly showing its outline. It seemed that there was still a pale skull hanging on it, shaking with the cold wind.

A tall and strong orc emerged from the mist, their bodies seemed to still be stained with undried blood, and the strong smell of blood penetrated into Colin's nose along the cold wind.

It was Laurie who reacted quickly and shouted loudly immediately, and then the horn representing the assembly was blown, and the desolate and heavy horn sound awakened the border town of Doman.

Ryan and others, who had been waiting in full force, were the first to react. The first militia battalion and the militia recruited behind quickly assembled and began to climb the city wall in batches.

As the commander-in-chief of this battle, De Lai was dressed in silver plate armor and stood in the cold wind with a spear in his hand, his snow-white cloak fluttering as it was blown.

He looked at the orcs who had stopped below, with an unprecedented serious expression, and the palms holding the spear were sweating slightly. This was the first time he commanded such a defensive battle.

As his deputy, Allen seemed relatively calm. Although he was young, he had already dealt with orcs a lot. After all, his father was once a border lord.

Surrounded by his personal guards, Ryan boarded the city wall. His shining gilt armor made him look extremely dazzling today.

It is really not a wise choice to wear such eye-catching clothes on the battlefield, but Ryan is not trying to be handsome, but has his own ideas.

The reason why De Lai was asked to command this battle was because he was more stable and experienced, and he was very relieved to have him in Ryan, so what he had to do today was to stand here, as the Baron of Kanarling!
Even if he doesn't do anything, standing here is the best way to boost morale. As long as he doesn't back down, no one can take a step back!
Coincidentally, the orcs stopped in front of the trap they set up, wondering if they had discovered something.

Drey didn't pay attention to why the orc stopped. He looked unusually calm at the moment, and said to the orderly standing by his side:
"Order, all archers cannot launch attacks without authorization, waiting for orders.

Order, immediately set up a cauldron and boil the collected golden juice.

Command, all spear throwers are on standby.

Order……"

Orders came out of his mouth in an orderly manner, appearing unusually calm.

Ryan watched quietly behind him, nodding secretly in his heart. Although it was the first time to practice, De Lai got used to it much faster than he imagined.

However, the city wall a few meters wide suddenly became busy, and everyone was strictly following De Lai's orders. It was a little chaotic at first, but thanks to the excellent military qualities of the grassroots officers, the militiamen gradually become orderly.

This is the effect that Ryan most wants to achieve. Although the training time of the militia battalion is still short, it has already broken away from the category of mob. The most intuitive gap is waiting to obey orders.

Soon, pots of golden juice began to boil under the fierce burning of firewood, and an indescribable smell began to waft over the city wall.

Ryan frowned, his face turned green, the taste was too sour.

On the city wall, one by one, they all quietly pinched their noses, this is cooking shit!

Mosa outside the city looked at the open space in front of him with great interest. Although he had covered it up, the traces of excavation were so obvious that he had already discovered it.

Glancing at the slaves detained behind the line, Mosa showed a cruel grin on his face...

Ryan and the others finished all preparations, but found that the orcs were still motionless, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

There was a flash of purple fluorescence in Ryan's eyes, and the vision in front of him began to expand rapidly. He hadn't strengthened his eyes for a long time, and it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Blinking his eyes to get used to it, the image of the orc on the opposite side clearly came into his eyes, similar to the green skin he imagined.

Perhaps because of the aura of the strong man, Ryan quickly fixed his eyes on the figure riding the tall wolf, and his intuition told him that this person was very dangerous.

Moving his gaze back, through the layers of fog, he saw a strange surge of shimmering light. The breath made Ryan's heart tremble, and a term instantly appeared in his mind-siege magic.

"Drey, immediately command the soldiers to disperse. The orc shaman is preparing a large-scale siege spell." He was terrified in his heart, but on the surface, he secretly informed Drey to command the soldiers to disperse.

There are many kinds of siege spells used by orc shamans. Ryan didn't know what he was about to face, but he knew that it must be a large-scale magic spell. The denser the positions, the greater the loss.

De Lai's heart trembled when he heard the words. Fortunately, they knew that the other party had a shaman, and they were already prepared.He immediately made a few gestures that had been agreed long ago, and the captains immediately ordered the soldiers to disperse quietly upon seeing this.

Ryan has no intention of blocking the opponent's magic at all. As the saying goes, only magic can defeat magic, and the same is true for shaman magic.

Now I just hope that the city wall is strong enough so that it won't collapse in one blow...

(End of this chapter)