With the royal city as the center, hundreds of thousands of Warthog Orcs attacked the kingdom's territory in a fan-shaped manner. The small nobles were unable to resist the attack of the Orc Army, and the big nobles were also under more pressure.
There is no suitable person who can assemble the kingdom's army. The nobles fight on their own and do not trust anyone to lead their own army, so they cling to the army to protect their territory.
Old King can do it, but Old King is dead.
The successor of King, the new King, can do it, but it has gone through too many things, and now there are three highnesses calling themselves King in the Andara Kingdom fighting among themselves.
The Grand Duke can do it, but the Grand Duke who can summon the Noble Army team is now King of the Sera Kingdom.
As for the other Grand Duke, Grand Duke Leta has just integrated into the circle of the kingdom's nobles.
Further down? Which of the earls will obey whom?
The entire Andara Kingdom is in disarray at this moment, being invaded by Warthog Orc Army and all of them are passively defending.
One day later, Ryan received a map from Prince Adams. The land was rough and it was difficult to see clearly the details of the kingdom. Along with the map, there was an order from Adams "King", asking Ryan to immediately lead the army to defend King, who was recognized by the empire.
Ryan didn't even look at it. After taking the letter from Lord Horla, his hand was burning with flames and he directly turned the letter into Ash.
To the nobles who were a little worried and hesitant around them, Ryan just said calmly:
"The empire needs a Andara Kingdom King who serves the light."
"The emperor chose Adams, but since it was me who led Legion of Light Judgment here, then this person may not only be Adams."
"Andara Kingdom's royal bloodline is still rich. There are many heirs. They are all the owners of this land Descendant."
"What we need is just a kingdom to fight against the Church with the empire. The King of this kingdom can be of any royal bloodline."
After ignoring Adams, Ryan also received a reply from some nobles. They would send a batch of food to Ryan's army, but there is not much food recently.
"Then go buy it!"
Ryan didn't have a good face. He told these nobles that the adequacy of logistics would determine the extent of the empire's army's support for them.
Finally, the topic fell on the war itself.
Looking at the maps of different sizes in front of him, Ryan had a headache and looked a little ugly.
"Let Flying Wolf Cavalry take these maps to the site for exploration. What I need is a detailed map!"
"For example, why is there such a big gap between this river and this mountain? What is there here? Is it mud or a stone forest? I need to know the answer."
"And this plain. If there are cultivated fields in the north and south, why is there nothing here?"
"Warthog Orcs is attacking the territory of Viscount Lawson. Why is it attacking from the west instead of the North? Something in the north is blocking their advance. Why is this happening? Isn't there an explanation!?"
Ryan shouted loudly, throwing the maps to Flying Wolf Cavalry, and finally looked at Lord Horla.
"Write to Count Winter, I need more Flying Wolf Cavalry."
After speaking, he looked at the other Sky Knight and said:
"And Count Soron, since Count Winter wants to send more manpower, wouldn't it be too much for Count Soron to send a batch of potions? Tell them to rest assured that Andara Kingdom will be responsible for all the final payments."
After giving the order, Ryan found another group of people, the knights who followed the army nobles.
"Take your attendants, and I will give you three hundred to five hundred soldiers each. You can bring me supplies to camp on the north side of this hillside, here, here, and here."
"After arriving at these places, you take my order to the surrounding noble territories and ask them to send slaves and tools to help you build camps. I will personally go to check. If the camp cannot withstand my strength..."
Ryan waved his hand and hammered out a hideous crack in the stone under the board.
"I promise I'll kill you."
Ryan stared at these knights closely and drove them out when cold sweat was streaming down their foreheads.
The 30,000-strong army is now 10,000 less soldiers. For Baron Turner, his pressure is much less.
In the past two days, such a large army stationed in his territory could not support it. Even with nearly a thousand people responsible for all aspects, there was still insufficient manpower. These days, he has sent his soldiers to the surrounding territories to capture people for work. After those territories heard about the 30,000 troops here, Warthog Orcs had already retreated several kilometers.
"Brandt, you ask Stag Legion to prepare. The establishment of these camps may be attacked by Orcs. Let our cavalry patrol this land and be ready to support at any time."
"We need to use these camps to withstand the Orcs attacks that will appear from all directions. After establishing a firm foothold, we can use these as a foundation to attack the north."
The first element of this war is logistics, not running with 30,000 people from east to west.
Then Ryan came outside the tent again. There were a hundred soldiers who were a little cramped and nervous standing upright. It could even be seen that the armor on their bodies did not fit well.
Ryan came to the Andara Kingdom before. At that time, the war had nothing to do with him, but he didn't do nothing.
The one hundred people in front of me, more than thirty of them, were all soldiers in the previous civil war in the kingdom. They were slaves or civilians. Why are they remembered and recognized by Ryan?
It was because during the civil war between the Grand Duke and the Kingdom, these people showed their talents and leadership abilities in war. In the chaotic battlefield with no direction, they relied on their own ability to gather dozens or hundreds of people to fight around them. This is an ability.
Officer's ability.
The remaining sixty or seventy people were selected from their own attendants. They once followed Ryan in the Sera Kingdom's founding war against the armies of the four great noble territories. As officers, they helped Ryan control the MacReynolds empire. Army
"For each of you, I will give you a hundred soldiers, and you will be their leader from now on."
"Soon, you will form a team and go to some noble territories of the Andara Kingdom alone to help the nobles there resist the invasion of Warthog Orcs."
"During this process, it will be difficult for you to get my order immediately, so I only have three requirements for you."
"First, the nobles of the kingdom are not your commanders. They only have my orders, and you must obey them unconditionally!"
"Second! For all decisions, when more than two of you are on the same battlefield, the final choice must be decided through discussion. You are not allowed to make military actions alone with your own soldiers."
"Third, remember your identity. You are my people and my soldiers. The nobles' territories will provide you with logistics, your houses, your weapon maintenance, your food. Everything else has nothing to do with you. You only need to show your ability and strength in the war."
"The ten best people will receive my reward. Most of you should know what this reward represents and what it means."
"Now immediately, take my order and go to your hundred-man team. At this time tomorrow, I will see you standing in front of me with your army."
Beside him, there was a servant holding a wooden tray with hundreds of tokens on it. On the front of the token, there was the flag logo of Legion of Light Judgment, and in the middle of the Sun, there were numbers from one to one hundred. On the back of the token, there was the badge of Baron Ryan, and the outline of Rhino Horn Mountain exposed in the wind and snow.
"This is your chance, don't betray my trust in you."
Ryan said this, and the one hundred people in front of him were already flushed and kneeling on the ground in excitement.
"Borgeld."
After the hundred centurions left, Ryan looked at the eager girl again. There were countless warlike factors in the blood of Bilki's people.
"I allow you to move freely in the area south of the big river under Strange Peak Mountain. From here to the north, you can see a river that can submerge Volibear. You try to catch a batch of Warthog Orcs for me every two days."
"Catch them if you can, and kill them if you can't."
Borgeld left excitedly, but only brought a hundred Berserker Bear Warriors with him. After all, the range specified by Ryan was not too large.
The Imperial Army team was still very intimidating. The nobles gradually transported the food to the Ryan military camp through safe channels, and at the same time sent people to South and Northwind Province.
"This road will finally start to bring me wealth."
Ryan kindly lent these people some war horses so that they could appear in the empire faster and purchase food from the empire's nobles and chambers of commerce with the sincerity of the kingdom's nobles.
Thinking about the time, it is time for the Chamber of Commerce of Empire South to go north this year. His friendship with Blade Rose and Lantern Merchant Guild should allow them to appear in Northwind Province with more supplies.
As the food gradually arrived, Ryan also showed his sincerity and sent 10,000 troops under the management of one hundred centurions to the territories of more than thirty nobles. At this moment, they were facing huge pressure from Orcs. On small-scale battlefields, Warthog Orcs could always defeat their soldiers.
The reinforcements of two to three hundred troops were enough to solve the disaster they faced.
Hundreds of thousands of Warthog Orcs are distributed in this less than 10,000 square kilometers of land, and as Orcs's attacks become more and more fierce, this fan-shaped area is getting larger and larger, and more nobles will fall into Orcs's invasion and war.
When Ryan came to the Andara Kingdom, he could only control half of the fan-shaped area because the other half was too close to the city named Wall of Dawn. The Church's army was also fighting against Warthog Orcs's attack. Ryan would not be kind enough to help them contain Warthog Orcs.
What he has to do is to compress the western half of this fan-shaped area. It would be best if he can pressure the Orcs army to attack the Church.
But at present, it seems that it may be a bit difficult.
Because as this fan-shaped attack spreads, Warthog Orcs gradually loses control of that Hernan. The farther away they are, the more the true nature of these Orcs is exposed. They are not warriors, but ordinary Orcs. They will do things for their own desires and tyranny. This is why this land suddenly turns into small-scale wars.
Unless Hernan orders it by Twilight Deities's means, tens of thousands of Warthog Orcs's troops cannot be assembled.
After all, if hundreds of thousands of orcs rob a territory, most of the orcs will get nothing, and the remaining orcs who have gained something will not get much benefit.
Orcs has no brains, but the great Creator not only made them stupid, but also gave them strong bodies to survive in extreme environments.
On a pure battlefield, the Orcss are savage and strong, which makes the suppressive force they give the human army cruel.
Moore Barony, more than a thousand meters away from the north of the castle, there is a hillside.
At this moment, two hundred soldiers on the hillside were struggling to resist the attack of Warthog Orcs down the hillside. The abominable Orcs made the soldiers on the mountain instinctively nervous, and there was a lot of sweat on the palms holding the weapons.
"Knight Riley, can we really win?"
A soldier asked through gritted teeth, but was slapped by the knight with a backhand.
"We will definitely win. There are only one hundred, twenty or thirty of these Warthog Orcs."
"Master Baron is still waiting for our triumph. We must not let these Orcs get close to Baron's territory."
"Brace yourself, they're going to attack again."
As soon as the words fell, Orcs at the foot of the mountain had already launched another charge. Their tall bodies waved wooden sticks and roared up the hillside. The soldiers on the hillside kept throwing stones at Orcs, trying to stop Orcs's attack in this way.
"Damn humans!"
One Orcs was physically strong, but he was unable to escape because of this. His head was hit by a falling stone and his eyes were bleeding. When he came back to his senses, his fellow Orcs had already left him behind.
"When I catch you, I will kill you in the most cruel way!"
"Human, suffer death!"
Several Warthog Orcs fell down the hillside and wondered if they could get up. Most of the Orcs rushed to the hillside violently with injuries, and their tall bodies stood in the sun.
"Kill these humans!"
Orcs roared and waved his weapon, and rushed towards the soldiers. At this time, there were no more options. The soldiers could only take advantage of the favorable location to suppress Warthog Orcs, and stabbed him out with spears from a high position.
"For the glory of the Moore Family!"
The knights among them roared, and his strong muscles made him swing the sword. The sword fell on Warthog Orcs's body and instantly tore the flesh and blood, breaking Orcs's arm bones.
The miserable wailing resounded throughout the battlefield, which further aroused the ferocity of Warthog Orcs. Their eyes were blood red, and they became even more bloodthirsty under the stimulation of blood.
In another contact, the faces of the Baron Moore knights changed drastically, because Orcs's power was even stronger, and even one Orcs directly clamped Knight's Greatsword with its fangs, and then a heavy hammer came back. The knights felt like the world was spinning, as if they had vomited out what they had eaten the day before.
His eyes were confused for a moment, and it was too late to react. Warthog Orcs's ferocious face was vertical in his eyes. Amidst the latter's cruel smile, a heavy hammer mixed with flesh and blood fell towards his face.
At this moment, there was no thinking on the battlefield. The only choice for the soldiers on both sides was to kill all the enemies in front of them under the stimulation of blood.
Relying on the advantages of high and low, the two hundred soldiers finally repelled several waves of attacks, but the number of Orcs did not decrease, because there were Orcs wandering in the distance who had plundered some villages and came to this battlefield. They were eager to get all the wealth in the castle and villages in the distance.
The surrounding stones and trees were stained with a lot of blood. The soldiers on the mountain had no more means, and fatigue pervaded everyone's hearts.
The Warthog Orcs living in Northlands are better at harsh environments than they are, especially their endurance in war. Each of these Warthog Orcs is terrifyingly powerful.
"How could this happen? Are we going to die here?"
This time, the knight could not refute, because there were only more than 120 warriors left out of the original two hundred.
"Didn't Master Baron say that there will be reinforcements? Why haven't they arrived yet?"
They have been guarding here for a whole day, fighting from sunrise to sunset. Now everyone is panicking, wondering whether the arrival of dark night will lead to Warthog Orcs's dark attack.
Although it is probably not possible, when I think of this outcome, I can't help but despair in my heart, because in that case they will definitely not be able to defeat them.
But... compared to the humans on the mountain, the Warthog Orcs people are more angry and violent. They don't understand what it means to boil a frog in warm water.
"Damn humans! They can resist so much. They should kneel on the ground and wait for us to kill them!"
"No, I must kill these damn humans!"
Warthog were arguing and shouting, and finally urged each other to attack Twilight again when the sky was still clear.
"Kill them! Get their weapons!"
Warthog Orcs roared and launched the final wave of attacks. Looking at the tall black shadows under Twilight, the human soldiers all turned pale. They fought to the death for several waves, and now they are definitely no longer as good as before in trying to regroup their strength.
This is true even for knights. Their energy and blood need time and rest to replenish their blood.
"We must defeat these Orcs, for the glory of the Moore Family, and for our lives! We must never let them appear in front of Lord Baron."
"Kill!"
Amid the roars of the knights, the two sides once again engaged in hand-to-hand combat. At this moment, the soldiers could only pray that these Warthog Orcs's physical strength was also severely exhausted, and the slope gave them more uncertainty.
When night came, the smell of blood had spread far away. At the moment when the sunlight in the sky finally dissipated, a large number of figures appeared under the hillside. They held elite weapons and wore thick armor and rushed up the hillside.
"Soldiers! Attack!"
"Reinforcements have finally arrived!"