What's wrong with eating orcs?

A group of companions from the north, striving in the southeastern mountains.

A group of tiger demi-humans walked through the increasingly cold mountain forests, forced to hide in the mountains to survive the harsh winter.

Their previous accumulated supplies were all gone.

Their proud weapons were also useless.

They were running, and the Orcs were chasing.

Demi-humans, being more like humans, had human nature with a few animalistic traits.

Orcs, on the other hand, leaned entirely towards beasts.

Tiger demi-humans lived in groups, while Tigerfolk were solitary.

However, a group of Werewolves had arrived.

The weather grew colder, but for the Orcs, winter hadn't fully set in, and they were still hunting for food.

A Werewolf Tribe of about ten thousand, plus subservient tribes around them, numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

Just then, a group of several hundred Werewolves took a liking to Aningsbe.

They also had some Bearfolk and Tigerfolk among them.

When Lynn received the information, he immediately went up to the city wall to observe.

Back when he played Mount & Blade, a thousand people already looked like a dense mass.

If they were cavalry, a few hundred would seem incredibly numerous.

The group of Orcs before him now were outrageously tall and strong, a dense, terrifying sight.

The people around him couldn't help but be intimidated.

From Lynn's perspective, this group of Orcs showed no intention of negotiation and were preparing to attack.

They assumed this was just a Baron's castle, unable to afford mercenaries, so it was only defended by a hundred or so people.

Plus, the city wall had no Magic Runes, which was obvious to anyone with eyes.

This was one of the Orcs' reasons for attacking.

On the city wall, Lynn stood with his hands behind his back, his heart churning.

Was this his first real battle with over a hundred combatants?

He had fought countless battles with over a hundred combatants in Mount & Blade, but those were against AI, and it was just a game.

Lynn gazed forward, seeing the Werewolf commander holding a gleaming saber. The other Orcs had no weapons, relying on their sharp claws and powerful physiques, which was chilling.

Lynn replayed countless scenarios of defending castles from his game in his mind, and recalled numerous siege battles he remembered.

The cold wind kept everyone's expressions indifferent.

Several Bearfolk held massive stones and charged forward, then threw them.

The city wall immediately shook as if under bombardment.

Bearfolk had a different body structure than humans, making effective throwing difficult.

They could only throw stones within a fifty-meter range, constantly smashing them against the city wall.

Occasionally, a stone would land on an unlucky defender due to its trajectory.

Lynn ordered his soldiers not to attack, letting them throw the stones. Everyone took cover behind the wall, awaiting orders.

In the English era, an excellent archer could draw a bow 20 times a day.

In this world, an excellent archer could only draw a bow a hundred times a day.

The war bows in this world were not like those on Earth; they were capable of power comparable to firearms, but only Battle Qi cultivators could be such archers, and they were few in number.

Most archers were considered excellent at 20 draws.

Even the strong Orcs were carbon-based life forms. Though the Bearfolk acted as human catapults, they were exhausted after throwing only ten stones.

Chinese-style city walls were most resistant to stone impacts.

It would take a long time to break through.

The Werewolves looked furious, and some loudly berated the Bearfolk.

The Bearfolk were resentful but endured it.

Then, from Lynn's perspective, after some conversation among the Werewolves, they immediately set up camp on the spot.

"Those Orcs are terrifying, throwing such huge stones so far."

"Yeah, do you think we can hold them off?"

The soldiers murmured amongst themselves.

"We can hold them," Lynn said, walking among the soldiers, checking everywhere for anyone disturbing morale, startling those who were gossiping.

"L-Lord..."

"The two of you, so unconfident?" Lynn handed them jerky and porridge, "Here, eat something to lift your spirits. The Orcs are probably making siege ladders. You'll need strength for the fight later."

"L-L-Lord, this..."

"What Lord? I'm the Grand Commander, understand?" After handing the food to others, Lynn went back to pick up more porridge and jerky, continuously distributing them to the soldiers.

The refugees in the city were also mobilized by Lynn, making fire to melt snow and boiling pot after pot of hot water.

Outside the city, the Werewolves had finished making their siege equipment after some simple preparations.

This time, the Tigerfolk were holding the ladders, and the Bearfolk carried much less Stone, only one or two pieces.

The Werewolves were still holding Stone in their hands.

The siege battle began.

Following a wolf's long howl, the Orcs let out their own roars, intimidating the enemy.

Then, the Werewolves played to their strengths, taking a running start to throw the small Stones they held.