"Think about it, Captain Perrin, when Greenskin launched an attack, suddenly...their boss turned into a vampire...What would happen? Hehe..." Carl let out a hey laugh. "I'm sure, no matter what happens, it's an interesting thing."

"Article, since you have this magical artifact, then give the angel..."

"No! Although this artifact can invalidate the vampire's transformation trick, it has no lethality. In order to ensure that the vampires are killed, angels and other troops are still necessary."

Of course, the more important reason is not the vampire, but his own safety. Although it is a low-level war between these primitive races, it is not worth it if there is any danger. As for the city... it can be rebuilt anyway, and the life and death of those primitive races is not what Carl considers.

"No matter how smart that vampire is, I never thought I would have this trick!" When Perrin left, Carl whispered to himself. The best ending was that the deformed vampire was killed directly by Green Skin!

Oh, by the way, some tests are needed! Thinking of this, Carl quickly walked towards the secret room inside. Do not assemble the inducing wave transmitter incorrectly!

Next were a few more stable days. Apart from using magic to attack the defenders on the city wall from time to time, Greenskin had no other moves, but you can see those shoddy siege weapons appearing in Greenskin's camp from afar. These machines were not concentrated, but were scattered throughout Greenskin's camp without any rules.

In Oren City, rumors that Greenskin intends to occupy the bridge with rafts have spread everywhere. For this city, this is indeed an extremely effective tactic, so people are panicked. Many people suggested to Perrin, who is responsible for command, to strengthen the vigilance in the direction of the bridge, and at least prepare street fighting fortifications to prevent the gate at the entrance of the bridge from being broken through by Greenskin. However, to everyone's surprise, Perrin actually rejected the proposal. He did nothing except strengthen the patrol here.

Archbishop Carl also ended his isolated meditation and prayer during this period and began to appear in the city frequently. This move greatly countered the rumors of "The Archbishop's escape" in the city, which gradually calmed down. Green skin has not launched an attack yet - but everyone can feel that once the offensive is launched, it is the decisive battle that determines the outcome of the war.

In the early morning of the day, Carl walked out of his dormitory with satisfaction. Everything went smoothly, and he finally had a trump card to deal with the vampire, which made him feel very good. There seemed to be no reason to stop him from relaxing and enjoying the gap before the final battle. The three women who accompanied him last night could hardly get up today.

He put on his most beautiful and gorgeous priesthood uniform and prepared to summon several beautiful priestesses today. Although he had always restrained himself from attacking these priestesses belonging to the church, he had no choice now. Perrin evacuated a large number of residents, including those merchants who provided him with stable sources of women... He now has no channels to find better ones, so he can only make plans on the grass beside his nest.

However, it seemed that God did not intend to give him a chance to make this mistake (Yilan would definitely be furious if he knew it). When he was just thinking about his specific goal, a messenger rushed over and informed him of an emergency news.

"The Archbishop is coming down, and the orcs are coming on a raft. They have already climbed the bridge!"

"Where is Perrin?" Carl asked subconsciously.

"Mr. Perlan has gone there to take charge of the command... It was him who informed me to come and find you!"

"Well, I understand!" A evil joy suddenly appeared in Carl's heart. It was finally over. Ashu Rufate, but unfortunately you were still one step late. If you came over before I set up the induction wave transmitter, maybe you still have a chance. But now... you are just a splash monkey!

When Carl came to the city wall, he saw groups of green skins climbing up the bridge. In fact, the bridge was covered with green spots at this time. The rafts on green skin were not normal and a simple tower was built in the middle. When the raft was flowing down the river, the tower would naturally be blocked by the bridge, and then the green skin could climb onto the bridge effortlessly through the wooden tower. In this case, the patrol troops responsible for the guards on the bridge could not resist. The only thing they could do was to retreat as soon as possible and convey the information about the green skin's invasion back.

The greens were still there clamoring for the whole team. If they were to go out of the city and fight back at this time, it would be a fighter plane, but unfortunately, in this case, it is impossible to judge where the blood flag boss is.

Carl looked closely and saw that the entire bridge looked like a green carpet covered with small green dots, and he could see many darker dots with dark green colors - those were black orcs, elite troops in green skins. It seemed that as he expected, the boss of the Blood Flag led his most powerful troops to personally direct and launch the raid.

Carl smiled. The bait he set here was not in vain. The Blood Duke came here indeed!

In fact, in terms of strategy, the situation at this time is not optimistic. As mentioned earlier, Oren City is actually composed of two relatively independent cities across the bank. Both cities have complete walls, and the walls are also built on the water side. However, considering that it is difficult for the enemy to launch an offensive from the Oren River (it is impossible to use any siege equipment in this direction unless the river is dried up), the walls on the water side are far less solid than those on the land side. This is not only the thickness, but also the fortifications attached to the city walls and the city gate itself.

The city gate on the side of the water - that is, the front of the bridge - is not a difficult city to break. Moreover, the city gate is too big and too thin. It is not the kind of iron gate that can withstand attacks or iron-wood doors. This is because the port by the river is an important material transfer center. If the city gate is too small, it will be difficult to transport large items, such as building materials. Due to its special background, Oren City often needs to build some large buildings, and the materials required are to go through this gate.

The orcs have occupied the port, and are now only one step away from the city gate. The musketeers on the city wall are on standby.

"When the Archbishop is under the archbishop, the cannon position at the top of the city is still empty. If the cannon can be pulled up, it should produce a very good effect." Someone suggested to Carl. The green skin is still not ready, and the cannon will produce a very good lethality.

Carl did not answer. In his opinion, all this was just a game. He had already known the result of the battle. Cannons and other things were not important at all.

"Haha... Come on, Bloody Duke Ashu Rufate... Before you die, be proud. When you think you hold everything in your hands, you find that victory has slipped between your fingers... that expression must be very interesting." Carl looked at the squirming of the green carpet in front of him, and whispered in words that he could only hear. "Although I probably won't see your panic and fear at that moment, I will imagine it!"

"Trag the cannon behind the city gate and prepare for the shotgun." Carl ordered.

"Sir, we can't just give up the city gate!" a general said loudly. "The cannon should be hung on the city wall, it's still time!"

Carl frowned, but he immediately calmed down his mood. How could these low-energy races who knew nothing about knowing anything know about his clever plan? "I said, pull the cannon behind the city gate and prepare for the shotgun!"

He gave the order in an unquestionable tone. The general seemed to want to speak again, but in the end he still said nothing.

Ashu Rufate, come on. I will give you a chance to break through the city gate! Give you some sweetness as a gift for your death before you die.

There was a rumbling sound of cannons coming from the other end of the city. Carl looked back and thought that the fierce battle had begun at the gap in the city wall. Perrin had already gone there to command the battle (Carl did not try to keep it). I wonder if Greenskin had broken the temporarily rebuilt city wall at this time.

His thoughts only shifted for a short time and were immediately pulled back to the battle in front of him. A big foot condensed by green light appeared above the city wall, stomping on the head of the muskets in an orderly manner on the wall. Each foot was stomping, causing gravel and dust to fly, and a few screams.

"Sir, let me..." A magician beside Carl asked, but Carl shook his hand to stop him.

"It's okay, this is nothing. You don't need to waste your energy to crack the magic. The time for you to attack is not yet here. Green Skin is coming soon!"

Anyway, the city gate is already planning to give it to Ash Rufate. The war of attrition here is a slight slap in it.

Next, as Carl expected, the green skins let out a trembling shout, and a green wave separated from the subject, and took advantage of the opportunity of magic to attack the city gate.

...

The little orc leader held up the axe in his hand, but his body stopped. He looked at the magic arrow that penetrated his chest with incredible eyes, and then his body slowly fell down.

But the four orcs rushed up immediately, and Perrin lightly shook his bowstring and shot four arrows through the bodies of the four orcs. This hand-held arrow was a unique move - but no matter how powerful a skill was, it could not stop the charge of thousands of troops on the battlefield. Perrin did block a small gap, but in other gaps, more orcs were swarming in and pounced towards the thin front of the defenders.

A rotating flame storm column suddenly erupted from the ground of the battlefield, and its roar almost completely covered up the screams of all the victims. At least one hundred orcs were turned into coke under this magic, and finally temporarily curbed the Green Skin's attack. However, the giants continued to smash the city walls there, and each attack made the gap bigger, allowing more Green Skins to rush into the city walls.

Perrin knew the magician who performed magic, the high-level priest of the church, a master with prestige in magic. But at this moment, the master fell to the ground due to excessive energy, and neither of them could help him up.

On the green-skinned side, there are more shamans, shamans casting spells in groups.

The musketeers around had suffered heavy losses. After the greens broke the temporary wall, the shamans' target turned to the musketeers, who threw all kinds of evil and cruel magic on the heads of the musketeers. The fate of the militia holding musketeers on the wall was even more miserable - several orc shamans joined forces to use a powerful magic to teleport a whole group of orcs holding machetes to the wall. The battle on the wall turned into a massacre.

Without time to hesitate, Perrin shot down a small orc leader with an arrow. He had no time to carefully choose, but shot as long as he saw a slightly larger orc. He didn't even know how many orcs he had destroyed, fifty or one hundred? His power was quickly consumed, and it took him to shoot an arrow longer and longer.

This side can barely hold on for a while, I wonder how Archbishop Carl is doing.
Chapter completed!