Chapter 665 The Arrival of the Orcs

Watcher's Fortress.

The north wind howls and black clouds fill the sky.

The dense orc army outside made the air extremely oppressive.

Yesterday, the fortress received a warning from a scout that the orc army was approaching.

When the sun just rose today, the black orc army surged in from the depths of the distant grassland.

There were not only their own cavalry, but also infantry phalanxes sent by the human vassal states they conquered.

These human servant armies carry advanced siege weapons, including ladders, columbiners, battering rams, trebuchets, and ballistae...all available.

Above the fortress, the legion commander Duke Morton frowned.

When he received the news that the orcs had negotiated peace with the Gabera people, he realized that the orcs' attention would be directed to the west.

Chief Abar's ambition for the human world will never stop at a few small oasis countries in the desert.

The vast plains and forests are his real goal.

Knight Arthur ran over, "My lord! I have two letters for you. One is from the orc messenger, and the other is from... Earl Grayman of the Northwest Bay."

Duke Morton took it, opened the orc's letter first, and quickly read the text on it.

He could recognize that the letter was written by Abal himself, which showed that he valued him.

The warchief was proficient in several human languages, including Aldo.

As the commander-in-chief of the Watcher Fortress, he cannot help but have to deal with this prairie king. Both of them are familiar with each other's handwriting.

"What did the orc say?"

"Tell us to surrender."

Arthur was furious, "This is obviously humiliating us!"

But then he asked with some worry: "You...what do you think?"

Duke Morton smiled bitterly.

Abal had written several similar letters to him, some were threatening and some were tempting.

"What are you thinking? Let the envoy of the orcs take a message back. I will be the Duke of Aldo in life and death!"

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

"As for this letter!"

Duke Morton opened the letter from the northwest bay.

"I shouldn't know Count Grayman!"

Arthur touched his head and said, "I seem to have heard of this last name somewhere! Uh, by the way..."

He suddenly realized and remembered an old incident.

"When Sir Duke and I went to the northwest bay a few years ago, we met an Earl of Grayman. I think it must be him."

"Really?" Duke Morton looked surprised after reading the contents of the letter.

"He actually warned us that the orcs were about to attack! How did this earl in the northwest bay know?"

Of course, Duke Morton has no time to think too much now, as the orc attack is imminent.

It would have been nice if this letter had come earlier.

Arthur turned around to send a message to the orc messenger. As soon as he left, Sir Duke, the deputy commander of the fortress, came over.

Morton sighed, "Looking at your face, it seems you didn't bring back the results I wanted?"

Sir Duke nodded sadly, "The lords gave me some soldiers, but they were either old, weak, sick or crooked."

"Alas, there are always consequences. I hope they can reflect the value of being Aldos in battle."

"Ugh——!"

There was a dull sound of horns in the distance, and the orc army began to move, slowly approaching the fortress.

The attack is about to begin.

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Northwatch Castle, a town in the northern part of the Narodn Corridor.

At the city gate, two knights stood on horseback and looked north.

The majestic Rocky Mountains lie like a giant dragon.

And the people they are waiting for will come from the mountains.

"Are we...really going to do this?"

Longfellow asked, looking hesitantly at his companion.

Boyle shook his head, "It's not us who want to do this, it's Archduke Bradley who wants to do this."

"This is disgraceful!"

"Performing the Lord's orders is the greatest honor of a knight."

The argument between the two comes from their mission - to welcome the orc army into the inner Rodan corridor.

This was personally explained by their lord, Grand Duke Bradley.

Inspired by Giles and Veblen, Archduke Bradley, who was granted a title in the northeast of the kingdom, also had other thoughts.

But his strength cannot be compared with the previous two, not to mention that there is a Watcher Legion loyal to Jingyao stationed right under his nose.

It became Archduke Bradley's choice to use external forces, and the royal tent on the grassland also threw an olive branch at the right time.

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

In fact, the Grand Duke's family had already developed friendship with the grassland forces.

With the help of the Bradley family's cover, a large number of goods controlled by the kingdom were continuously transported to the grassland, and valuable items such as fine horses, gold and silver were brought back, all of which were collected by the Bradley family.

This collaboration has lasted for generations.

"They're coming!"

In the distance, an army with an unfamiliar banner gradually appeared in sight.

Orcs!

"So many people, it turned out to be an entire army!" Ferrandro was shocked and confused at the same time, "It's unbelievable, how did they cross the northern mountains!"

"I guess there must be an easily accessible valley passage in the Rocky Mountains, and the orcs found it."

Boyle was very frightened, "It's really chilling to think about it now. The existence of these passages makes the Watcher Fortress a joke. It turns out that we are under the threat of the orcs at any time. Fortunately... we are allies with them."

"Are they allies?" Longfellow looked bitter. "Small bands of orcs from the mountains had been ravaging the villages in the north for a long time before their main force arrived."

The army gradually approached, and Ferranlo and Boyle recognized the figures of the orcs one by one.

They look similar to humans, but they are all tall and muscular with fierce eyes.

Under sunlight, a layer of fine fuzz can be seen on the exposed skin.

The two men urged their horses to meet him, and performed a knight's salute in a very awkward manner.

The orc leader who led the team was tall and outstanding even among the orcs.

He returned the gift in a dignified manner and said in a low voice: "Human, we are here for the sake of friendship with Bradley."

Ferraro felt a little ironic and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Boyle first introduced himself and then asked the name of the orc leader.

"Callum!"

"Welcome, but the plan has changed slightly. My lord hopes that you will be stationed here first and not go to the Watcher Fortress for the time being."

Callum's eyes widened, "Our people are fighting bloody battles, I can't stay here for long!"

"But..." Ferranlo explained to him, "Jingyao sent an army to 'support' us, and it was led by Her Royal Highness Princess Catherine herself!"

"Oh? Is it that Princess Catherine? I've heard of it. The Archduke asked us to destroy this army halfway?"

"It's better than letting them join the Watcher Legion smoothly, right? But... regarding the Princess, the Grand Duke hopes not to harm her and ensure that she is intact."

Callum laughed loudly, "You've rebelled and you still worry about this. I can only promise not to harm her. If she wants to commit suicide, it's none of my business."

Boyle smiled awkwardly. The real reason was-the Bradley family wanted to have a descendant with royal blood.

He changed the subject, "Chief Callum, you are so courageous. You brought the army here yourself without sending a vanguard to explore."

But the other party showed disdain, "My boys have long memorized every plant and tree here."

Boyle was speechless.

Indeed, with the connivance of their master, a small army of orcs had already begun large-scale activities in northern Narodan.