Throne of the North.

Chapter 382 Heavy losses, military fortress plan, Xiangshan Plain fortress was breached

The werewolf's thick and sharp claws came towards Fox Fur, and the longbow was stuck in the werewolf's jaw. He was no match for the other party's strength.

At the moment when the sharp claws came, Fox Fur's pupils lost consciousness, and he turned into a light snow-white fox. His petite body dodged the fatal blow. He grabbed the bowstring of the longbow with his claws and jumped to the top of the werewolf's head with his legs.

Then, Bruneggis changed from a fox to a human. His hands were still holding the bowstring, but during this jump, he brought the bowstring behind the werewolf's head.

With a chill down his spine, the werewolf realized that the longbow had been put around his neck. He wanted to turn around, but the tall werewolf couldn't put his hands behind his back like humans. At this moment, the werewolf wanted to learn from the fox and turn into a wolf to hide.

But it was too late. Fox Skin held the bowstring with both hands. The originally taut bowstring turned into a rope in his hands and strangled the werewolf's neck.

He put his hand around the werewolf's face, clamped his legs around the werewolf's waist, and used his palm to exert force when the werewolf's claws were less than ten centimeters away from him.

The bowstring cut his palm and blood flowed down. Blood also spurted out from the headless werewolf's neck.

Jumping to the ground, the tall werewolf corpse fell down with a bang.

Fox Fur ignored the corpse, picked up the longbow and turned to run towards the most tragic battlefield. A few jumps brought him to the roof, and the longbow in his hand once again became the werewolf's nightmare.

Boom! ! !
A tall building collapsed, and the werewolf stood up from the ruins. He raised his head and roared at the moon in the sky. He threw the human corpse away and continued to rush towards where another group of humans were.

"Weak human, today you will witness the bloody glory of Garg."

The werewolf roared, his bloody mouth with fine fangs was bright red, and blood flowed down. In this winter city, the werewolves did not need to care about the waste of "food".

"Kill these weak humans..."

The werewolf's roar came to an abrupt halt, because right in front of him a tall armored bear stood up and roared at him. The roar was like a strong wind blowing on his face, and the hair on the werewolf's face was blown back to his head. The shock of the armored bear made the werewolf unable to react for a while.

The bear's paw slapped down, breaking the werewolf's head, and then the armored bear charged towards the distance.

"Soldiers, attack! Attack! Don't let any werewolf escape!"

Bogurd stepped on Volibear's head and shouted angrily. Behind her, the ground was shaking slightly, and huge shadows were looming on the edge of the fire.

In the dark night, support from Rhino Horn Mountain arrived. Thousands of armored bears charged towards Winter City. There was not much strategy, but they killed the tall werewolves with unstoppable force. In the firelight of Winter City, the werewolves could not hide their bodies at all.

"Reinforcements have arrived, reinforcements have arrived!!!"

In the distance, soldiers were shouting. Human morale soared at this moment. One by one, humans surrounded the werewolves with weapons in hand. When the armored bear arrived, the battle would be declared over.

The balance of war began to tilt towards humans. On the tragic battlefield, Winter City was trying to take back its own land.

Rhino Horn Mountain.

Ryan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the flashing light in the north. This was the flare fired from the watchtower.

"A hundred years ago, humanity as a whole had only a few extraordinary legions. When faced with the invasion of orcs, it took the combined strength of the entire human race to drive them away."

"A hundred years later, times have changed."

"Bogeld and the others should have arrived at Winter City, right? I hope the casualties there aren't too severe."

Although times are changing, Ryan is still a little worried. There are 100,000 people in Winter City. If too many people die, it will be a huge blow to his prestige.

In the distant mountains and forests, the magical light of the signal crossbow had dimmed, and Ryan retracted his gaze to the surroundings of Rhino Horn Mountain.

In the frozen land under the Rhino Horn Mountain, Brand was on patrol. Two thousand soldiers of the Stag Legion and hundreds of Fenrir's hunters were patrolling the surroundings to avoid any possible werewolf army.

There was no defense line like a city wall in the frozen land territory beneath their feet, so the mage corps was on high alert. Once they discovered a werewolf, they would bombard it indiscriminately without any rules. As for the Alchemy Academy further away, Ryan believed that Rose would not be careless.

Fortunately, nothing happened in Xijiao Mountain overnight.

Ryan's expression didn't look much better, and when the dawn light pierced the dark sky, he understood.

If there is nothing wrong in Rhino Horn Mountain, then there must be something wrong in Winter City.

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The armored bears shuttled across the bumpy ground of Winter City. Whether it was werewolves or armored bears, the battle caused considerable damage to the surrounding environment.

The armored bear walked alone and came to the corpse of a werewolf. He slapped the werewolf in the chest. No matter whether the werewolf was dead or alive, he would just finish it off.

All around, armored bear warriors were rescuing injured humans and guarding against possible attacks.

At dawn, the city of Winterfell was filled with black smoke, and injured werewolves transformed into wolves and escaped. The armored bears could not catch up with them, and the knights gave up after chasing them in vain.

Most of the living werewolves escaped, and the number of werewolves who died in the city exceeded 3,500.

But in contrast, the number of human deaths was close to eight thousand.

This number made Harrington tremble all over, and he didn't know how to explain it to Ryan.

"There were at least 10,000 werewolves that attacked last night."

Wolfskin Ulf was covered in wounds. If Winter City hadn't stored a small amount of holy water and life potions, he might not have survived last night's serious injuries and would have had to turn into a wolf to relieve his wounds.

Now he was staggering in the Winter City, looking at the tragic battlefield around him, his eyes a little dazed.

"The people of Garm do not fear death."

He finally said that this was true. Eight thousand people died in this city, but there was not much crying. They had experienced such tragedy repeatedly in another world, and they even used to be enemies with the surrounding knights.

Ryan had to admit that he was lucky. If his people were replaced by people from other territories of the empire, the entire Winter City would probably be in infinite despair now.

The Children of Doom, the people of Gam, do not wallow in despair, they experienced that only once when their gods died, but now, their new 'gods' are still alive.

Not only the people of Gam, but also the Violent War Bear Legion suffered nearly fifty casualties in the battle last night. However, the people of Birki are not afraid of death either, they are keen on war.

Morale, the most fragile thing for any territory, is actually the strongest force in the hearts of the people of the Frozen Territory.

They will not collapse mentally or be at a loss. When facing the enemy, ordinary people will take up arms to fight.

"How are those scouts out there?"

Foxpelt came out and said that he still remembered that there were several watchtowers around Winter City.

His words left the others unable to answer. A watchtower was guarded by only thirty ordinary soldiers. Even Winter City could not stop the werewolves' crazy attacks. The watchtower...

"I'll send someone to provide support."

Harrington left after saying this, and the knights of Winter City formed a team and followed the armored bear to support the watchtower.

The fifth watchtower.

Blood was flowing on the wooden circular staircase, and it could be seen that the bottom staircase had already been broken and fractured.

On the top floor, eleven and a half humans were gasping for breath, their bodies covered in blood and flesh, both their own and the werewolves'.

Gradually, as time passed, the eleven and a half human soldiers became ten and a half, and then nine and a half.

"Is Letty already exhausted? I feel like I'm almost there too."

A soldier with bloodstains crisscrossing his chest said this with more breathing out than breathing in. His lips turned pale from loss of blood as he looked at his companion who had fallen asleep beside him.

"I heard that his ancestors were nobles. His goal of becoming a guard is to restore the glory of his family and become a noble lord again one day."

"It looks like he has no chance."

"It seems to be daybreak outside."

Light seeped in through the window gap, but no soldier wanted to move closer to there. They had already run out of strength.

One of the hunters opened his eyes. "There's movement outside."

"Damn it, isn't it another werewolf?"

The centurion, who only had one hand and one leg left, stood up with his dented sword and came to the edge of the stairs, which was more than five meters above the ground. The stairs below were all broken. It was precisely because of this height that thirty ordinary soldiers had been able to hold on until now.

The moment he saw the metal armor, the centurion fell to the ground with a smile.

"Not a werewolf, but one of ours."

Hearing this, the others were somewhat happy, yet somewhat regretful as they looked at the other two companions who had not been able to hold on until now.

"Pity."

In the afternoon of the same day, Xijiao Mountain also received a report on battle damage from the north. The death of more than 8,000 people was undoubtedly a heavy loss for the entire frozen land territory.

"Orcs are not humans. Unless a human's city wall is as big as the Unicorn Fortress in the Kingdom of Sera or a city like the one in the Northern Wind Province, it is difficult for it to form an effective defense against the powerful orcs."

Ryan put down the report. After a whole night of fierce fighting, what appeared in front of him was just a number. His eyes were a little cold and he narrowed them slightly, thinking about what to do next.

"Extreme militarism is not necessarily... problematic."

Ryan wanted to farm, wanted the economy and culture to develop comprehensively, and wanted people and nature to live in harmony. This was the instinct given to him by his past memories, but this night attack told him that he was too greedy.

Some inheritances are not applicable to his frozen territory. His land is too close to the savage orcs.

"I plan to build a fortress between the future Great Wall and Winter City."

"Just like the castle defense line to the north of the capital of the kingdom of Anda, military fortresses are used to connect war and land."

Ryan said this when Avril came to the study.

Avril did not respond immediately, but after thinking about it, she asked:
“Will it cost a lot of money?”

"Well, it will take a lot. The Northern Chamber of Commerce hasn't started making money yet, so this matter will be delayed for a while."

Ryan said, glancing at the female official approaching outside the study.

"I still have some resources in the Imperial City and the territory of Earl Blade Rose, which should be able to offset some of the damage."

Avril also saw the lady-in-waiting at the door, but she puffed out her chest a little with rapid breathing.

"It's not necessary yet. Those shops and the Mithril output will also be very important in the future."

"I dug out two gold mines, so the amount of gold coins is enough."

Avril did not leave, and the Viscountess came in and placed a detailed report on Winter City on the desk.

"During the battle in Winter City last night, the werewolves burned seven warehouses, and 60% of the food inside was burned."

Hearing this, Ryan frowned.

"How could these werewolves do such a thing?"

Ryan didn't know whether he should laugh or not at this time. The werewolves took great pains to burn the granary, otherwise more people would have died in Winter City last night. He lost the food, but at least he saved more people.

“They are very smart.”

The Viscountess said that the news that came bit by bit from Winter City roughly explained what happened last night.

The werewolves first made a large-scale detour, shuttling through the mountains and forests, bypassing the fifth and sixth watchtowers. When they were about to arrive at Winter City, hundreds of werewolves attacked the two watchtowers. Now it seems that the purpose was to delay the time for them to transmit the message, and at the same time, prevent the soldiers in the watchtowers from searching the mountains and forests under the cover of night and finding the number of werewolves attacking Winter City.

"Gag..."

Ryan said that these werewolves were led by the 'Gag' clan, so this wisdom could only come from the 'Gag' clan.

"Let the Chamber of Commerce purchase food from the Sera Kingdom and the southern part of the empire."

Ryan still had a headache. He had an additional 100,000 subjects, and the pressure on food was already great.

"Those watchtowers cannot resist the orcs' attack alone."

The Viscountess finally said this worriedly, and Ryan nodded, he saw it too.

"I will ask Egil and Brand to find a suitable location to build a military fortress."

Ryan needs a large number of military fortresses in the form of military towns or villages to the north of Winter City. According to his current thinking, Fenrir's population of several thousand is the most suitable.

Some of Gam's people can also be relocated. If someone in Rhino Horn Mountain has the courage and determination to do so, they can also make room for them. After all, in Birki's world, there are still tens of thousands of people who have not come to the Frozen Territory.

"Students from the School of Magic may be able to help me build those military fortresses."

Ryan thought so and asked Avril, a student at the magic academy.

"Magicians are very short of money."

Ryan needs to build a military fortress, but it is not enough to just pile up stones. This is an extraordinary and prosperous world, and magic array patterns must be engraved on it to ensure its strength.

This is also the gap between the Empire and other kingdoms. The huge number of magicians makes many things in the Empire beyond the imagination of mortals.

"I heard that the elves are good at making elemental weapons of war, and the dwarves even built magic crystal cannons that fly in the sky on the land of the volcanoes in the south."

Ryan felt a little curious and wondered if he could get in touch with the elves through the Kingdom of Sera.

The Frozen Territory was licking its wounds in the ruins of war, and Ryan had no time to pay attention to anything else, but gradually, things became impossible to suppress.

"The Xiangshan Plain Fortress was breached by the Black Goat Orcs. Tens of thousands of Black Goat Orcs broke into Hanshan County. Viscount Landa led all the people of Hanshan County to defend the county. They need support, a lot of support."

Baron Hatton's eldest son, Lian'en, ran to the Tundra Territory faster than the nobles could transmit the information.

"How could it be breached?!"

Ryan almost roared, suppressing his inner anger. The fortress in Xiangshan Plain was built by all the nobles of Beifeng Province over several months, with a large number of soldiers stationed there. How could it be breached?

Also, why is it so direct? Can’t even Anxiety be achieved?

There is actually only one and a half ways for the orcs to go south and enter the Borean Province. That half way is the complex geographical environment of the Frozen Territory. Even the Black Goat People cannot travel on a large scale. Only orcs like werewolves who can adapt to various environments can march on a large scale.

So the werewolves appeared here, while the black goat orcs, old acquaintances from the North Wind Province, still walked on the flat land of the Xiangshan Plain as before.

The Xiangshan Plain can be said to be a plain sandwiched between two vast mountain ranges. If it weren't for some special orcs, it would be the only pass leading to the North Wind Province.

To the east is a rugged land that extends further east to the Kingdom of Andara, and the Frozen Territory is located within it.

To the west, the majestic mountains helped the southern provinces of the empire to block the frequent snowstorms from the northern border. Even the five provinces of the empire adjacent to the north were hundreds of miles away from the westward mountain range.

The Griffin Mountains in the east, the lowest forested mountains including the Frozen Territory in the north, the Northern Mountains of the Empire in the west, and even the Winged Canyon in the south, sandwich the Borean Province in the middle. This should have been a place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack.

And now you tell Ryan that the only pass has been breached by the orcs?
Why is he so angry?
If the Borean Province is like an outstretched foot for the empire, the sole of the foot protruding from the northeast direction of the empire, then the Frozen Territory has the same status for the Borean Province.

The fortress in the Xiangshan Plain was breached. Once the subsequent war got out of control and the empire completely abandoned the North Wind Province, and all the nobles in this province fled, Ryan's Frozen Territory would face enemies from all directions and every angle.

The frozen land is like a big bowl, but now there is no safe place around this big bowl.

The Black Goat Orcs were able to reach Zero Crossing City last time, but they can’t this time? Once they reach Zero Crossing City, Ryan will encounter orc invasions to the south and north.

He couldn't stop the enemies coming from two directions, how could this not make Ryan angry.

(End of this chapter)