Chapter 378： orcs come back

  Chapter 378 The Orcs Come Back

   "The village of the elves..."

  David looked carefully at the holographic photo in his hand. From the photo, it can be seen that the village built by the elves is perfectly covered by trees, which is one of the reasons why it is difficult to find in the air and in the distance.

   "Is it close to Winter City?"

   "It's actually not that close."

  It is not a short distance from the iron water flowing from the iron tree forest north to the Rinwinter River, and the village is relatively southwest, and it is not within the warning range of Rinwinter City in the past.

If Winter City hadn't built several bridges and developed the city's facilities to the west, the Air Force of Winter City would not have flown to such a far place for reconnaissance—even if the reconnaissance focused on the closer plains, it would be very Hard to find elven villages perfectly protected by forests.

   "Are these also elves from the Iron Tree Forest?"

"this…"

   Gareth couldn't give an answer. He didn't know what happened to the elves in the Iron Tree Forest. After all, he wasn't from Iron Tree Castle.

  In addition, Winter City's previous strategic focus has been on the orcs and the temple, and there is really not much attention to the elves.

   While Gareth was thinking about how to answer this question, David had already seen some clues from those photos.

   "These elves may not be the same force as the elves who are fighting in Iron Tree Fort." David saw doubts on the faces of the elves in the photo, as if they were looking at some unknown object.

  The elves who fought against Iron Tree Fort have seen airplanes many times, and they know that this giant metal bird is a weapon belonging to humans, and they will not react in this way when they see airplanes.

   "Speaking of which, the area of ​​the iron tree forest is really vast enough."

  The Iron Tree Forest borders the Tilan Mountains in the east, and the Lost Lands in the west. No one can tell how many elves live in the huge primeval forest.

  The humans in Iron Tree Castle thought that there were not many elves, and David originally thought so.

  It seems that humans only came into contact with some of them at the beginning, and there are more elves living a life of indifference in the depths of the iron tree forest.

"Call Liadrin and Sylvanas over here." David thought for a while, and decided to ask Liadrin, the Bishop of the Holy Light, to have some contact with these elves. It's okay to ask for some superficial information.

  Choosing these two people, one is the identity of elves, which may make these elves less wary.

  And the strength of these two people is guaranteed. If something unexpected happens, there is no need to worry about the safety of these two people.

   When it's time to do something, these two will never be ambiguous, and they will not hold back just because they are facing an elf.

   After all, in the eyes of these two, they are high elves from Azeroth! They are not of the same race as the native elves in this world.

  The two elves arrived at David's office soon. After briefly explaining the situation to them, they understood why David called them here.

   "I'm ready to go anytime."

   "I need to go back to church to arrange something."

   As a ranger general, Cirvanas has always been vigorous and resolute. Even if she still has the job of training the Tiran Knights, the training plan has already been arranged, and it won't affect anything if she goes out for a few days.

   Liadrin needs to hand over the work at hand to other priests before leaving, but it doesn't take much time.

   "Gareth will send a small team of Winter Knights and two priests to stand by on the Quinjet."

  The Kun-style fighter will place two elves near the elf village, and then stand by there. The work of contacting the elves is completely entrusted to the two in front of them.

  The two elves who led the departure left, and David and Gareth discussed how to build a defensive post in this direction.

  With the expansion of Winter City, the problem of garrison has become more and more complicated.

  As if he felt that David had been too easy these days and must cause him some trouble, Gareth had just left to prepare a new defense plan, and new news was sent to David.

   "The orcs are back?"

"Yes."

   "And this time the orcs are all green?" David looked at the orc soldiers in the photo (stored in a micro-device, playing a holographic image), and there was an obvious change from the orc army he repelled back then.

  The orcs in the photos are taller, stronger, and muscular, and even some of the orcs have terrifying bone spikes.

   This is not a big deal, what is even more outrageous is that the ships these orcs are riding on are ferocious and very orc-style, iron-clad warships powered by unknown power (most likely evil energy), and there are several turrets on them.

  Good guy, when you were beaten away last year, you were still a backward race with trebuchets, but you changed into battleship cannons in a blink of an eye? This is not called cheating, is this cheating?

  Even if the knowledge of these orcs was given by the gods, where did these orcs get the resources from? How did they rub out the battleship cannon with bare hands from scratch?

  David had the urge to throw the imaging equipment on the ground: Are these gods too unaffected? Shameless?

   "The good news is that there are not many orcs this time."

  Compared to David, Van Cleef seemed very calm, and even allowed enough time for the Duke to complain in a timely manner before continuing to report the intelligence information in his hand.

   "Moreover, after these orcs landed on the eastern coast, they didn't rush towards Snowfield Fort immediately, but instead got into the hills and mountains in the northeast."

   "That area..." David immediately understood what the orcs were going to do: "Are they rescuing their compatriots?"

   "I'm afraid not, my lord."

  Reminded by Van Cleef, David called up the last part of the photos, which showed countless brown and yellow-skinned orcs in shackles, walking towards the coast under the **** of green-skinned orcs.

   "More like a capture."

  After reading these photos, David leaned on the office chair and frowned for a few seconds: "Have you found out where these orcs are going?"

   "According to the current situation, the orcs transported all these prisoners to the south."

   "South?"

   "Yes, I went south along the coast. Before the investigators withdrew, I didn't see any intention to turn around."

  David suddenly understood why the Sodulunma Empire remained silent after instigating several lords of the Tilan Kingdom, feeling that something was wrong in their own backyard!

  So, the orcs built these warships with resources collected from the Soduruma Empire?

  As for where the knowledge comes from, David is no longer entangled. Based on the information he has now, he infers that the appearance of the orcs is a new round of cleansing against the Brennia continent.

  Every time it is cleaned, the newly emerged races are the chosen ones, and under the blessing of the gods, they can take out anything.

   I just don’t know the **** behind the orcs. After finding out that Winter City still can’t be destroyed even so, will they hand over even more outrageous things to the orcs?

  Will these lofty gods be worried about being backlashed by chess pieces?

  It’s an interesting question. David wants to know the answer, but it’s hard to see a clear result in a short time. Let’s deal with the immediate problem now!

   "The Winter Knights can't stay at home all the time, and should go out to gain some practical experience when appropriate."

  David's meaning is very clear. The northern plains are his own territory. This group of orcs docked their warships in his Duke of Winter's territory without permission, which is already an act of war.

  Rin Winter City must fight back to let the orcs understand who is the real ruler of the northern plain.

   In addition, can you also test the strength of this group of mutated orcs again?

   This is also an important reason why he sent the strongest Winter Knights instead of several other troops.

  The order was issued, and the Knights of Winter quickly moved into action.

   Dress up, assemble, and set off!

  After a long period of training, the Knights of Winter is worthy of the title of its ace army. Everything performed perfectly and completed the transition from chaos to order in the shortest time.

  The rest of the barracks didn't realize what was going on until several of the Quin-style mass-produced Decepticons lifted off and flew away.

   "All members of the Winter Knights are dispatched? Is this something serious?"

   "I left a team before, did you run into trouble?"

   "The direction is different."

   "I don't know who the opponent is? It can be seen that the Duke attaches great importance to this enemy."

   "It's a pity, this battle should have nothing to do with our Tilan Knights."

   "You Knights of Tiran haven't even finished equipping your weapons and equipment. What a pity."

   "Did the Spartan Heavy Infantry not receive an order?"

   "Maybe it's because the enemy is too far away?"

   All kinds of discussions in the barracks quickly subsided, and all the soldiers of the Winter Barracks were summoned to go to their respective combat conference rooms to watch the battle between the Winter Knights and the orcs.

  Even David sat in the conference room with important officials in Winter City to watch the live broadcast of the battle.

  Following eight Kun-style mass-produced Decepticons, they crossed the entire northern plain and arrived on the eastern coast. Through the camera carried on the Kun-style Decepticon, everyone clearly saw the orcs and the battleship below.

   "These orcs have become uglier."

   "Aren't these green-skinned orcs the same as other orcs?"

   "I don't know, maybe they are orcs from other tribes?"

  The soldiers focused on various things, while in the conference room of Fort Glamorgan, Tony, Howard and others were carefully observing the orc warship.

   "Looks rough."

   "Shouldn't you worry too much?"

   Just as several people were saying this, the orcs also spotted the Quinjet fighter in the air and launched an attack first.

  Green energy rays were continuously fired into the air from the orc battleship, and the thick black main gun was slowly raised after adjusting its direction, firing even more terrifying energy shells.

   "..."

  Seeing this scene, the originally lively conference room gradually became quiet.

  (end of this chapter)