Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 126 The enemy will not be late, nor will they be late.
Chen Mo's idea was excellent; he was even deeply impressed by his own wit.

Being able to solve problems with wisdom instead of bullets is a major step towards maturity for a lord.

Although the permanent magnets he envisioned still needed to be provided by his family, Lord Chen had at least put his mind to it.

I'm sure your family will be very pleased!

Judging by the time, he will need to wait here for another week before the next altar cooldown ends.

During this time, he decided not to let himself be idle.

He didn't let his men be idle either.

Looking at the young lord waving at him once again, Doyle, the fourth-tier necromancer of the Eternal Night, felt a mix of emotions.

He dared not call himself the lord's teacher, but could only take on the job of the lord's magic advisor, and had to set aside time every day to guide the lord on relevant summoning spell techniques.

To be honest, he had never met such an approachable lord.

Of course, he hadn't actually seen many lords up close.

The images I remember are mostly of those noble lords waving their hands from afar, saying a few perfunctory words like, "Gentlemen, strive to become pillars of the nation," before leisurely walking away.

He left behind himself and his mercenary group, risking their lives for a few clinking gold coins.

The lord before them, though his knowledge, skills, and level of necromancy were utterly incompetent in the eyes of experts, was surprisingly kind to others.

He was so kind that he didn't seem like a lord.

In the words of the Starry Continent, warmth can easily breed contempt.

Of course, the large army of cattle, horses, and soldiers behind him was enough to extinguish any disrespectful attitude.

During the time the [Night Blade] team followed us on our mission, regardless of whether we worked or not, our expenses were settled daily, and our meals were provided by them in unlimited quantities. We had never experienced such generous conditions before.

The old guys on the team have visibly gained weight.

This filled Doyle with unease.

After all, there's a saying in the mercenary world: if you can get gold coins without putting in any effort, you'll probably have to bleed yourself dry.

Despite the fact that they couldn't take Blood Fortress, the lord's insistence on staying only deepened Doyle's unease.

So far, the lord's actions have shown that he has not given up on exploring Blood Fortress. Every day, troops from the Vast Ocean Territory take turns entering the outer perimeter of Blood Fortress to clear the ruins in small sections.

After dealing with the ruins guards, the soldiers of those territories searched repeatedly, removing all the metal debris. They even arranged for porters to move all the broken pieces of the city wall and the rubble of the buildings, and arranged for cleaners to sweep the sand and soil on the ground inch by inch, as if combing hair.

When the cleanup team came out, the ground was cleaned up as if it had been licked clean, even cleaner than the plaza of the Emerald Court.

Even after dragging his robe back and forth, he wouldn't get a single speck of dust on it.

But this can't go on forever! At this rate, Doyle felt he wouldn't even see the inner city of Blood Fortress before he died. And this lord couldn't possibly squander his life like this, could he?
What are they preparing? Summoning an evil god? A new blood sacrifice?
With each passing day, Doyle felt as if he had lived another day, anxiously awaiting the sudden and devastating blow that might come at any moment.

Until this day at the end of the month.

The centaur captain, whom the lord trusted most, rushed in like a gust of wind and rattled off something in a language that Doyle couldn't understand at all.

The young lord's face suddenly darkened, as if a dark cloud had suddenly covered the sky above him.

Doyle's heart skipped a beat.

When Lord Chen Mo turned around and announced that the orcs had arrived, Doyle's ominous premonition finally came true.

It's better than sacrificing the evil god, but the time to bleed has finally come.

Chen Mo was extremely unhappy.

From the very beginning, based on a thorough understanding of the surrounding situation, Chen Mo was mentally prepared for the orcs' interference.

After all, those guys have a dog's nose; they'll come running whenever they smell meat.

More importantly, the Scarlet Fortress holds a special status. For hundreds of years, orcs have repeatedly crashed into this city, suffering heavy losses. If it weren't for the internal strife among humans, the Scarlet Fortress might still be the invincible city it once was.

How could the orcs forget the mountains of primordial beast corpses piled up beneath this city?

For a long time, the main reason why Scarlet Fortress received little attention from major powers was that the orcs would not allow another fortified city or stronghold to appear there.

Any force that lingers in the Scarlet Fortress area will immediately alert the orcs, without exception.

Therefore, Chen Mo made many preparations in advance.

As he was about to set off for Scarlet Fortress, he posted a quest to "explore Scarlet Fortress" at a nearby mercenary guild, indirectly revealing his intentions.

At the same time, he sent a letter to the Seven Luminaries Garland Trading Company through Swift Owl, expressing his intention to practice on Crimson first.

Please ask this trading company, which has long-standing ties with the orcs, to inform them of your actions and convey the "respect" that the Vast Ocean Territory has for the orcs, so as to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

According to the experienced old sand people of the territory, by the time the orc scouts discovered their movements and reported to the orc tent, the orcs had already received the message from the Seven Luminaries Wreath, thus completing a well-coordinated operation.

Not long after, the Seven Luminaries Garland replied confidently that it had fully communicated with the orc tribe and gained their full understanding.

"That damned Dwarf Merchant Guild, not a single word of theirs is true!"

In any case, the orc tribe finally arrived, and what they brought was a formidable elite force—a heavily armored wolf rider brigade.

According to reports from the outpost residents, the number is no less than three hundred.

Just as Chen Mo's troops finished assembling and entered their positions, the orc army had already climbed to the top of the gentle slope in the northwest. They dispatched two cavalrymen, riding dire wolves, who strode towards the human positions.

This is a messenger, here to deliver a message.

In a sense, the Seven Luminaries Wreath did indeed deliver the message. So, the orc scouts weren't there to fight, but rather to "monitor" the presence of people in Blood Fortress. They demanded that the humans lower their defenses and accept the orcs' inspection.

Orcs are just that direct.

Chen Mo almost laughed out of anger.

Allowing orc cavalry into one's own territory for inspection—that takes a lot of nerve.

"Let's negotiate one more time. This is an uncontrolled area on the edge of the desert. Our troops have already formed ranks, and according to regulations, it should be considered temporary territory. Any enemy that dares to cross our positions will be considered to be waging war against our territory!"

The troops of the Vast Ocean Territory quickly assembled and entered the position one by one. Doyle also dragged out the trembling members of the Nightblade mercenary group and assembled them at the front.

They were already familiar with the lord's style.

Gentle and refined, yet possessing strong opinions, given this demeanor, a fierce battle is surely inevitable.

However, Doyle still gave Chen Mo a suggestion: "The orcs' war wolves can't run fast in the desert. If... if things go wrong, we'll try our best to hold off the orcs. You can find a fast camel and head deeper into the desert. Maybe you can escape."

Chen Mo nodded: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness!"

"Since I've been idle for a while, it's a good thing these wild beasts are willing to come and train with me!"

The orc scout rode his mount back and forth, making his final demands.

Allow the orc cavalry to inspect, or provide them with sufficient funds. The orc cavalry have come from afar; they can't come for nothing. There are costs involved.

Chen Mo ignored Doyle's eager eyes, which seemed to wish he could contribute some of the money himself, and coldly uttered a refusal.

Negotiations have completely broken down!

Woo——!
The deep, guttural sound of animal horns echoed across the hillside.

In the midst of the orcish wolf rider formation, a ferocious, blood-red wolf-tooth battle banner suddenly rose up, fluttering in the dry wind—it was the symbol of the "Longtooth Tribe"!

This powerful tribe roamed the most fertile grasslands of the north and was renowned for its massive warg riders.

In their raids and plunders of human territory, the "Longtooth" have always been the vanguard and the main force of the orcs. It is precisely because of their usual contempt for human pioneers that they are filled with an arrogant sense of certainty in this "punishment" mission.

Having traveled hundreds of miles to raid this place, they must either extort enough wealth or plunder enough slaves. How could the orcish wolf packs return empty-handed?

The crimson wolf-tooth banner pointed diagonally downwards, and the orc cavalry began their charge.

On the Han Hai Territory side, Liu Zaiyue had somehow brought out the lord's exclusive chair and placed it steadily on a high ground with a good view, allowing Chen Mo to easily observe the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the orcs occupied the high ground in the northwest and were rushing down the gentle slope, continuously accelerating.

Sixty-odd riders were left behind to hold the line, while the other two hundred or so heavily armored, massive war wolves, carrying equally robust orc warriors, poured down from the top of the sand dunes like a flood bursting its banks.

The billowing dust resembled a yellow dragon galloping along the ground, rushing towards the human camp!

The momentum of their charge was so great that the earth shook.

The human race's position was a small hill to the southeast. Near the top of the hill, the guards of the Vast Ocean Territory dug two curved trenches, one in front and one behind, with multiple longitudinal communication trenches between them.

In front of the trench, there were piles of sandbag bunkers that looked quite impressive.

On a small hill a hundred meters behind the human camp, the Nightblade mercenary group had set up a standard heavy infantry formation to defend against cavalry charges.

The soldiers in the front row plunged the huge tower shields deep into the sand, with more than three-meter-long chevaux-de-frise protruding from the slots at the top of the shields.
The shaft of the spear was planted firmly on the ground, and the spearmen in the second row pressed down on the butt of the spear with their feet and pressed down on the shaft with their hands.
The next row consists of spearmen and crossbowmen who fill in the gaps.

Their faces were pale, and they murmured prayers.

As the commander of the mercenary group, Gedi nervously adjusted the formation back and forth, trying to make the troops even more compact.

This experienced veteran now regarded the guards from the Han Hai Territory in front of him as dead men.

He didn't know why the lords' warriors in the front row dug such narrow horse traps, so narrow that enemy wolf riders could leap through them in one go, nor did he know why the soldiers had to hide in those tunnels, waiting to be hit by enemy heavy weapons.
He could only place his hopes on the resistance of his own people, hoping that the lord behind him would collapse and run away soon.

This way, his [Nightfall Blade] could escape into the desert sooner, and perhaps a few more could survive.

In short, of the three warring factions, the orcs didn't take this battle seriously at all. With over three hundred wolf riders and six squad leaders, they could easily crush them.

The troops in Hanhai Territory didn't take this battle seriously either. On the position, there were two machine guns, a dozen assault rifles, ten grenade launchers, and hundreds of grenades. Even the dual-purpose machine guns that had been transported in the previous batch were set up here. If the enemy were to rush over, Kaga felt that he might as well just kill himself.

The lord didn't take it seriously at all; the skeleton army was holding the second trench, and their collective self-destruction had already wiped them out.

Only the "Night Blade" mercenary group, caught in the middle, were trembling with fear, their faces pale!
Then, in a single instant, the orc crossed the "no-go line" drawn on the ground, a line repeatedly emphasized by the warriors of the Vast Ocean.

Yes, that's also the optimal firing range for the main firepower of the position.

"Fire!!!" Kaga's roar echoed across the battlefield via the communicator.

Boom! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!
For the first time, a violent metal storm roared across this desolate land.

The two heavy machine guns that launched the firepower blockade were the ones that had been firing from the outer trenches since the start of the exploration. Covered in thick dust cloths, they hadn't fired a single bullet and had been lying dormant for a long time, just waiting to explode.

Their crisp firing sounds filled the battlefield, and thick tongues of fire, like two furious venomous dragons, spewed out from the dark muzzles of their guns!

Previously, to conserve ammunition, the shooters only dared to fire in bursts. Now, they finally had the chance to pull the trigger with abandon. The cold ammunition belt was swallowed up by the steel monster and rolled into the gun line with a whooshing sound. The scorching shell casings clattered out of the ejection port like a sudden rain, bouncing back and forth on the sand!
The crisp, rapid bursts of assault rifle fire, the muffled "thump! thump!" of grenade launchers, and the deafening roar of exploding grenades... all blended into a concerto of destruction!
The heavy iron armor was as brittle as paper before the specially designed armor-piercing bullets! The dull sound of bullets tearing through armor, piercing flesh, and shattering bones instantly drowned out the orcs' furious battle roars!

The dire wolf's massive body, along with the knight on its back, was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. It was pinned down during the high-speed charge and tumbled into the dust! Hot, bloody splattered with fragments of metal mixed with shattered internal organs, creating a red mist in the scorching air!
On his very first move, Han Hailing went all out.

This is a well-organized cluster of Blue Star's thermal weapons, confronting a massive, star-scale heavy cavalry force.

The outcome of the confrontation was predetermined from the very beginning.

(End of this chapter)