The blizzard that swept over the Griffin Mountains quickly dyed the mountains and rivers into a silvery color, and quickly buried the scarlet blood on the battlefield.

What puzzled Hotz and the others was that the opponent's high-intensity offensive using wolf cavalry to charge did not last long.

Instead, after more than one-third of the troops were killed or wounded, they quickly retreated to the two wings to regroup at the sound of a trumpet.

Instead, there was a group of 5,000 orc infantry and a tribe of 2,000-year-old barbarians gathered in a dark mass at the pass.

At this moment, except for the jackals and gray dwarves, almost all humans were in despair.

Relying on the geographical advantages and equipment advantages, as well as the use of the remaining spell slots by the archers and mages, the first wave of the Wolf Cavalry's offensive has been greatly weakened.

But even so, Hotz and the others paid a heavy price. At least two hundred gnoll warriors and more than half of the gray dwarves suffered heavy losses. The militia group also suffered at least a hundred casualties due to the rampage of dozens of Frostwolf knights who rushed into the defense line.

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This kind of result would be astonishing in the Silver Moon Alliance.

Because even the most elite Silver Moon Cavalry would be difficult to achieve a one-to-one casualty rate when facing off against the sturdy Frostwolf Cavalry with the same strength.

But the absolute combat power gap is still there. Facing the infantry battle group composed of more than 7,000 orcs and barbarians and the wolf cavalry on both wings, no one knows that this sudden and cruel war will happen.

How to achieve victory?

However, what made them feel a little relieved was that for some unknown reason, these orcs did not launch a general attack immediately after arriving on the battlefield, but instead took a break a mile away.

Because this kind of casualty rate, especially the large-scale death of Frostwolf Cavalry, is something the Shadowmoon Clan cannot bear no matter what.

So Nerion, the information provider, was kicked out by an orc who was at least eight feet long. He rolled several times in the snow and spat out a mouthful of vomit mixed with blood before he stopped.

The suffocatingly strong orc chief Chiguo wears two roughly smelted black iron shoulder armors full of wild and sturdy style on his shoulders, and underneath is a piece of fine iron covered with ferocious horns.

War skirt.

The angry chief pointed his giant ax at Nerion, who was retching, and shouted angrily in the cold wind:

"Nerio! What on earth is going on?

“Didn’t you say that this is the new stronghold of the Silver Moon Alliance?

"Then why are there jackals and gray dwarves in this damn ghost place!

"How can humans mix with them?

"Why again! It's like they knew we were coming and had made defensive preparations early!

"I now suspect that this is a circle at all!

"Do you know that because of your damn revenge! At least a thousand of our precious wolf riders were killed in battle!

"Thousands of Frostwolves!

"A frost wolf that wouldn't be worth crushing you to death ten thousand times!!!"

Contrary to what many humans imagine, how could the orcs who did not give birth to raise so many frost wolves be able to raise them?

But in fact, not only do the orcs not need to spend time feeding them, on the contrary, these frost wolves, which are apex predators, can not only cooperate with the orcs to hunt groups of large migratory prey and provide them with the food they need, but they can also

The orc tribe provides a steady supply of food and fur to keep out the cold.

For this reason, frost wolves are even slightly higher than ordinary orcs in terms of value and status among the orc tribes that advocate plunder and war.

For the same reason, after seeing the loss of more than one-third of the most elite Frostwolf Cavalry in a short period of time, Onarom, the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, could no longer sit still. He sounded a horn to let these precious wolf cavalry go.

Turn around and regroup.

But this move made Nerion very frustrated. He suppressed the severe pain in his abdomen and argued with reason:

"No! This is indeed the new camp of the Silver Moon Alliance, and it is definitely not a circle!"

Nerion insisted on this point, otherwise his life would be lost.

And he trusts his own judgment extremely:

"Otherwise, what we will face will definitely not be just such a small force, but the reorganized Silver Moon Knights!

"Chief, haven't you noticed that the only elites among them are the more than a thousand shield warriors on the outermost edge of the defense line?

"As for the people behind them, they are just a group of militiamen captured temporarily to make up the numbers!

"Just keep letting the Frostwolf Cavalry charge for two more rounds!

"Their defense line has been defeated at this time!"

Onarom roared at him angrily: "In that case! Our Frostwolf Cavalry will be completely lost!"

"But that way we can get enough food for the entire Silver Moon clan to survive this winter!"

Nerio continued: "And! This is probably our only chance.

"If we don't take advantage of the fact that they are not completely ready to capture this camp today,

"Then next year, what we will face will not just be the piles of rubble that were piled up in the past!

"It's a stone tower wall that requires three to five times the sacrifice of today's warriors to conquer!"

This last sentence really spoke to Onarom's heart, and his scowl softened slightly.

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Although humans are vulnerable in the wilderness and plains, their advantage lies in their solid cities, towers, various advanced equipment, and endless defense methods.

The current situation seems to be exactly what the other party said, it is the best goal and opportunity this year!

But he still couldn't sit back and watch the Frostwolf Cavalry suffer massive casualties!

That is the basis for their Shadowmoon clan's current survival. It was the wolf species that he plundered from the Frostwolf clan at a huge cost. He spent more than twenty years of hard work to make them step by step.

It has grown to its present size.

If the casualties are excessive, then how will they rely on catching enough prey in the coming year to maintain the reproduction and habitat of so many tribesmen.

Onarom is also a determined and ruthless orc.

After getting his doubts cleared, he immediately ordered:

"Rest on the spot for a quarter of an hour! Let the Black Wolf tribe prepare. After a quarter of an hour, launch a general attack! Let those barbarians take the lead!"

"Yes! Chief Onarom!" the messenger muttered, turning towards the barbarian position.

"And you, Nerion! You will also lead the battle for me. Either die! Or bring back ten enemy heads for me! Otherwise, tonight, you will be waiting to be stuck on my javelin and dried into the rations of the frost wolves.

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Onarom still can't let go of the heavy damage suffered by the Frostwolf Cavalry!

He believed that Neoli's false report was the main culprit that led to their tragic deaths.

But this battle must go on!

The first snow of the year has fallen!

For this war, they have brought all the food.

If we are unable to return home with a full load, at least one-third of our clan members will die this year!

If that's the case, then let these damn Silver Moon humans turn into food for raising the Frostwolves and their Shadowmoon clan!

And the reason why he wanted the soldiers to rest for a quarter of an hour was because they had traveled a long distance. Even though the orcs generally had long physical strength and excellent endurance, they could not guarantee the peak combat power!

Secondly, he hopes to reduce losses as much as possible.

The first confrontation between the two armies is often when morale is at its peak, since the Frostwolf Knights have already caused more than half of the wounded to the opponent.

If a general attack is launched immediately, these injured elites can often burst out with outstanding combat power before dying, causing huge casualties to the orcs.

But as long as they wait for this quarter of an hour, these wounded people will slowly feel the despair caused by pain, fatigue and bleeding under the cold wind of winter!

This place is extremely far away from Silver Moon City, and in just a quarter of an hour, they won't be able to wait for reinforcements.

By then, after the Shadowmoon Clan's devastating attack on this territory and their return with a full load, those Silvermoon Cavalry will only be able to look at their backs and jump around and curse, right?

Just a quarter of an hour was quickly lost in the preparations of the orcs and the anxious waiting of the human militiamen.

The ancient and desolate horn sounded again in the cold wind.

The general attack of the main orc army.

It finally started.

Just then.

the eastern sky

The faint light of dawn has already appeared.

dawn
Chapter completed!