When Aaron and Vereesa followed the Wildhammer Dwarvess to the outside of Durnholde Keep, the guards responsible for guarding the place had just repelled the first round of attacks by the Undeads. A large number of Undead corpses were scattered on the ground under the outer wall of the castle.
For a group of ordinary soldiers who were exposed to this strange enemy for the first time, what they saw today had already tested their fragile nerves.
These young soldiers, generally in their twenties, have personally experienced the second war. Generally speaking, their psychological endurance is relatively strong. However, the enemy they encountered today is far more terrifying than Orcs.
If the slow-moving skeleton holding a weapon just looks scary and can be easily dealt with by fighting, the deformed Ghoul with a rickety body and sharp claws is a little more difficult to deal with, not to mention the huge Abomination, Nerubians, which can easily climb the city wall with the help of spider silk, and Gargoyle, which can fly in the air. These ugly monsters cost the soldiers a considerable amount of casualties before repelling the enemy's first round of attack.
However, even the most optimistic soldiers did not know how many times they could withstand the same attack, once? Twice? With such an uneasy mood, the castle guards did not show any excitement even in the face of a more sumptuous dinner than usual.
It was precisely because of such a pessimistic mood that the soldiers showed unusual vigilance when they discovered the black spots that suddenly appeared in the night sky. The giant crossbows placed on the city wall were aimed at those black spots.
If they hadn't finally remembered that Undead was all coming from the east, and that there was a group of dwarves living with griffins in the mountains to the north, I'm afraid the first thing to greet Wildhammer Dwarves would have been the giant crossbow arrows shot by the allies they were about to support.
After seeing the figures of the Gryphon Riders who came for reinforcements, the soldiers on the city wall rarely felt a little excited. In this situation of facing the enemy for the first time, it was a good thing to know that there were reinforcements willing to help them.
But after seeing clearly the number of Gryphon Rider who came to help, the castle defenders were still a little disappointed. There were only about a hundred Gryphon Rider in total. How much help could these people provide them?
You must know that there are more than a thousand defenders in the castle. Except for the more than a hundred people responsible for guarding Orcs, the remaining soldiers are either on the city wall to guard against Undead's next attack, or they seize the time to rest under the city wall, ready to support other companions at any time.
If there were just over a hundred Gryphon Riders, from the perspective of the castle guards who didn't know much about this type of troops, one attack from the Undeads would be able to completely wipe them out.
However, no matter what they thought in their hearts, the castle defenders still expressed their welcome to the supporting troops. The person in charge of commanding these soldiers was a lieutenant named Drake. Drake had already rushed over when Gryphon Rider landed.
After learning from Falstad that follow-up reinforcements would arrive, Drake was obviously relieved. He didn't even think much about why reinforcements arrived not long after the soldiers sent out to ask for help.
As the commander of the soldiers, Drake knows better than others how difficult it is to fight Undead. The number of casualties among the soldiers is all brought to him.
Especially when a certain theoretical Durnholde Keep commander was still drunk, one can imagine the hesitation and dissatisfaction in Drake's heart. If he hadn't felt that the battle situation had not reached an irreversible point, this not-so-excellent lieutenant would have probably fled with his cronies.
"Don't worry, humans, those Undead are not difficult to deal with. When they come, let them see how difficult we dwarves are." Falstad patted his chest and said to Drake.
Falstad's confident look also affected Drake, but the poor lieutenant didn't know that the dwarf in front of him had even more experience in fighting Undead. There are even fewer of them. Gryphon Riders have only fought against Gargoyle and Banshee, and they don't even know what the other Undeads look like.
Compared to the dwarves who were preparing for defense under the command of Falstad, Drake was more interested in the human who arrived riding a griffon. This human seemed to be looking for something after arriving. Now he and Falstad have completed mutual assistance. Finally, Drake looked at the city wall and found no signs of Undead attacking again, then walked towards Aaron and asked, "Excuse me, are you looking for something? Why did you come here with those dwarves, and where did your griffon go?"
"Huh? Didn't we meet last time?" Aaron had been to Durnholde Keep before and took away a lot of Orcs to use as workers in the construction of Covenant City. However, Aaron came and went in a hurry that time. It is not too strange to say that the person in front of him has never seen him before.
"Should we have met?" Drake obviously still didn't know the identity of Aaron. After asking in confusion, he continued to ask the same question, "I think you seem to be looking for something since just now?"
"Well, I'm looking for another person, a Orcs named Thrall." Aaron nodded. He didn't know the identity of the officer in front of him, but he just guessed that the other person's status should be high. "I remember that Orcs should be very powerful in combat. Why not send him to fight together?"
"Thrall? Are you talking about that Orcs gladiator?" Drake was startled and then said with a smile, "He is a Orcs. If we let him fight together, not to mention whether he will run away, other soldiers may not welcome him."
"Really..." Aaron shook his head and stopped talking about this topic. Most of the humans in Eastern Kingdoms had the same attitude towards Orcs as the human officer in front of them, and they might even be more hostile.
Aaron doesn't want to comment on this. To him, Orcs's invasion is just a setting in a story. But to the residents of Eastern Kingdoms, Orcs is the murderer who destroyed their homes and killed their families. Such an attitude is normal.
Although Aaron was a little regretful that he could not see Thrall who should have grown up by now, but it was not the time to care about this now. At this time, the night was already very dark, and Undead took this opportunity to launch a second attack.
It has to be said that the Undeads are very aware of their advantages. For humans, night fighting is a very disadvantageous thing. Even if they prepare torch lighting, it is difficult to illuminate the battlefield. The Undeads do not need light to help attack, which makes the soldiers quickly fall into a more difficult battle than before.