I Want To Be a Nobleman

These massive miscellaneous soldiers arrived at the city and did not start attacking the city immediately. Without siege equipment, no matter how many people there were, they could only watch. But soon Harold found that the orc camp was transporting various siege equipment.

The cannon fodder assembled by these messy races came to help the orcs attack the city!

When such a big thing happened, the defenders in the city were shocked, and the high-level officials were also caught off guard by the intrusion. Originally, they relied on the superiority of numbers to deal with the orcs. make up for the weakness.

"Why do these low-intelligence races wandering in the wilderness join the army of the orcs? Haven't the orcs always looked down on them?"

"There are too many of them. Our entire city's army plus the reinforcements on standby at the rear are far inferior to them!"

Everyone in the conference room couldn't control their emotions. They had already seen the dawn of defeating the orcs, but suddenly it came out like this, and anyone's mentality would have to jump.

Facing the massive enemy army, even Marcus can hardly say anything to boost morale. There are too many enemies outside the city. Marcus and other nobles have never seen such a large army in their life. A human army of 200,000 is already the limit of their cognition.

"Don't get confused! No matter how many enemies there are, they are just cannon fodder. As long as we hold on for a day or two, these unsupplied and undisciplined mobs will collapse on their own after suffering a lot!"

The one who said this was the legendary powerhouse from the Newborn Alliance. He is different from humans. He has almost nothing now, and he has nothing to lose. He will not be afraid in the face of difficult battles.

The words are very reasonable, no matter why these guys help the orcs, why they form the same army when they are still hostile races, but they must not last long.

First of all, how can such a huge army eat and drink? Although creatures such as kobolds and goblins can endure hunger better than races such as humans and orcs, they absolutely cannot go without eating for a long time.

In addition, this army is completely put together forcibly, without the slightest tendency to unite, and they can be seen fighting each other at every turn.

But everyone understands the truth, but when you actually do it, you will find that it is not as easy as you think to stick to it for a few days.

After getting the orc's siege equipment, these miscellaneous soldiers began to attack the city in a chaotic manner under the command of some small leaders. The city was so big that only a small number of enemies could attack at the same time.

However, this still brought considerable psychological pressure to the defenders. Unlike dealing with the orcs, the combat effectiveness of these messy races was uneven, but there were really many of them.

From morning to night, the war did not stop for a moment. Marcus, other nobles, and the high-level leaders of the new alliance knew that the cannon fodder was to consume their physical strength and supplies.

The physical strength is good, counting the soldiers who can come to support at any time, the 200,000 defenders can take turns to rest, but once the important defensive materials such as arrows, crossbows, logs, and kerosene are used up, the pressure of the orcs' attack will be greatly reduced a grade.

The orcs seem to have changed jobs to be craftsmen, and have no intention of assisting these miscellaneous troops to fight together. In just half a day, they have newly built a large number of ladders and several siege vehicles.

The coalition forces dealt with the orcs very strenuously, requiring all kinds of desperate efforts, but it was easy to deal with these miscellaneous fish, the casualties were very small, but the physical strength and supplies were wasted a bit quickly.

This is an unsolvable conspiracy. The orcs didn't expect these miscellaneous fishes to really capture the fortress. They just gave it to you as cannon fodder, so don't kill it!

The sun began to set slowly, but the miscellaneous soldiers still had no intention of stopping the attack, which made Harold a little helpless and furious, "Don't these idiots know that they are being used as cannon fodder? Why are they queuing up to die?"

He no longer remembers how many foul-smelling creatures he hacked to death. Kobolds, goblins, and ratmen are all rubbish that can be beaten with their eyes closed. He just stands still and relies on "+ 120" armor can be immune to the opponent's attack.

After he was promoted to a nobleman, his life level has evolved. Even if he fights for a day, he still has strength, but the other soldiers are exhausted. I fell asleep without strength.

However, the most desperate thing is that the number of enemy troops under the city does not seem to have decreased in the slightest, and it is still a large area. The tens of thousands of enemy troops they killed during the day are not worth mentioning compared to this terrifying crowd.

The blow to morale is unimaginable. No one has the confidence to believe that they can overwhelm the enemy. Everyone can only hope that these mobs will collapse quickly. Orcs to deal with!

Harold took a hasty rest and was about to continue to help on the city wall. At this time, Alan suddenly came here from the rear and grabbed him.

"It's just in time, help release a few spells with a larger damage range, boost morale and let those idiots know how powerful they are!"

Harold originally planned to send someone to send a letter to invite the elves. Using a large-scale destructive magic against these cannon fodder will definitely have an extraordinary effect. In addition to its own lethality, it can also deter the enemy. Harold still doesn't believe it. , these mobs saw the symbol of powerful magic and could continue to come to die.

Alan shook his head, and said solemnly: "It's useless, these creatures are not in a normal state, whether it's death or magic, there's no way to scare them!"

"They have all been affected by puppet magic, and their brains have been controlled by others. The giant fortress is probably set as an enemy that they must conquer. As long as they can move, they will definitely continue to attack, and they will never retreat!"

After hearing this, Harold was stunned for a moment, wondering if he heard it wrong, puppet magic? Having experienced the brainwashing magic of Elf mage Leonard, he fully understands the diversity and miraculousness of magic, which is far more than simple destructive spells such as fireball and ice arrow.

He absolutely believes that there is magic that can manipulate other people's puppets, but how many enemies are there outside the city? Hundreds of thousands or even millions, could this be all controlled by magic?

Alan also knew that what he said was hard to be believed, so he continued to explain: "I asked Steele to investigate, there is no mistake, this is a large-scale magic circle, arranged in a canyon to the east , covering a wide area, I am afraid that most of the eastern wilderness has been shrouded, which is why there are so many low-level races rushing over."

"Can there really be such a terrifying magic?" Harold was a little unbelievable. To be able to control hundreds of thousands of lives to a certain extent, is this comparable to a god?