"Master, with your experience, how many giant wolf cavalry can we defend against?" Frick humbly asked for advice. After all, the last time he fought against the orc invasion was his father's era.

At that time, the wolf cavalry that arrived in Morado had only 30 at most, and at most they were robbed on the periphery. After tentatively attacking the city several times, they chose to give up the bone that was gnawed south.

"Well... it's not a problem for a hundred years. If only those in front of me can I kill them all." Although it was only one level higher, Asuk was not talking big.

But I can only say that Asuk really wants to jump off the city wall, those giant wolves who are keen to the strong will probably call the police in advance and run away with the orcs.

Even if you don’t find Ashuk’s strength, once you get a loss in the fight, these wolf riders will immediately change their tactics and take advantage of their faster speed to fight guerrilla warfare with Ashuk. Unless Ashuk is at the same level and can run on the snow to catch up with the wolf rider’s mount, you will leave the city wall and have no choice but to use these "weak" opponents.

"Is there only a hundred people..." Frick murmured in his heart. The number of orcs going south this time was astonishingly large. According to the information sent by his grandfather, there were more than 80 squadrons composed of a hundred wolf cavalry, and there were also many 500 wolf cavalry brigades and legions more than 1,000 cavalry brigades.

Although the robbery of small troops in remote areas, as time goes by, the large troops will inevitably slowly move south. For Morado, the 500-cavalry team alone is enough to destroy the town.

The truth is that the fist is big. The fist of the fist demon is big enough, so he has credibility. Even if Arthur can make the fist demon lick his feet with all his body, it would be fine if he really wanted to say 500. I guess no one would believe him.

"I thought the preparation level in this world should be good, but I didn't expect that the difference caused by Gaowu was too great." In this magical world, high force is the combat power. Obviously, some gadgets don't have much effect in front of high force.

A truly elite warrior must have a professional level and at worst is a senior among apprentices. Otherwise, in the collision of this high-mart world, it is like falling leaves floating in rivers, and there is a risk of being overturned at any time.

How many 100 wolf riders are? Of course, there are quite a lot. However, with Morado's nearly 3 meters high city wall, it is impossible to prevent the wolf cavalry who has no bows and arrows but only machetes as weapons? Arthur felt that this was a bit too pessimistic.

In the ancient world Arthur knew, judging by the difference in combat effectiveness, these wolf weapons were almost at the level of heavy cavalry, and Morado was Morado, a fortress composed of a group of peasants and several combat-capable soldiers.

Although there are not many people and the defense is simple, it is not easy for heavy cavalry to capture the fortress. Not to mention a hundred cavalry, even thousands of cavalry are like tigers facing a turtle and have nowhere to speak.

At present, the defense on the city wall only relies on the gun array composed of self-cultivated farmers and tenant farmers, and there is no trace of the supplies Arthur remembered that he should have in the city defense war.

"I think if you prepare some hot water, you should be able to stop the attack of these orcs." Arthur looked at it, and after waiting for the reaction of a few people, he reminded him.

"Hot water? Do you have to bathe the orcs?" It was not that no one heard Arthur's words, but hearing them did not mean that you would understand.

Frik Canon was also smart, but he was limited by the knowledge of this world. He had doubts in his eyes and turned his eyes to Asuk on the side, obviously wanting to hear the opinions of the old senior.

"Hot water! Yes, why did I forget about hot water? Quickly arrange people to boil water. The more the better. If you want to repel orcs, you will rely on this hot water." Asuk suddenly showed up with a sudden enlightenment, pointed to the few people beside him, and immediately issued an order.

It's just a little hot water, and even if it's useless, it's just a little firewood. Morado dares not say anything else, and there's no shortage of wood.

Thanks to Arthur, who cut down a full hundred acres of woodland. Although most of them could only be piled in the snow, the rest were transported to towns before the war, becoming reserve materials to resist the cold winter.

When a large number of tenants and livestock were mobilized, the transportation speed was much better than Arthur's 100 employed workers who had to dig trenches and drag trees.

The most time-consuming and physical work of cutting trees has long been done by the big bear, and the pre-stack stacking and sorting were also completed by hired workers. The tenant farmers who transported the wood only needed to transport back and forth, dragging these precious wood back to town before the orcs arrived.

Frick knew that it was useless to stand on the top of the city, so he turned around and took his guard to the Lord's Mansion again. It was not that he was afraid of fighting, but that there were special magical communication props in the Lord's Mansion that could receive the latest news from the front and the kingdom's orders.

That prop is not to mention Arthur, most people in the lord's house have never seen it. It represents the lord's dominance and the symbol of communication with the kingdom. It is a bit like an official seal. Having it means that the kingdom recognizes your ruling power over this place.

Although it is very mysterious, Arthur still found some general information from the half-god. The principle is actually very simple, it is nothing more than using a special frequency of magic fluctuations to conduct large-scale resonance.

The information transmitted is a bit like Morse password, long or short, with various combinations. Even if ordinary people see it, they cannot understand what it means. Interpretation is also a skill that must be mastered by the lord's inheritance.

So even if Frick Canon himself has the strength of a professional Steel Armor Knight, he has to stay behind in most cases instead of risking standing on the city wall.

It is only when he needs to play until the last moment when the lord's mansion is besieged.

"My devil, what's the use of that hot water?" The man on the city wall suddenly lost one-third because he wanted to boil water, and finally emptyed the position between Arthur and Asuk.

"...Don't you know, then why are you so excited?" Arthur was stunned when he heard this. He thought Asuk understood what he meant, and he was just a fool.

"Hehe, that's not what you said, Lord Demon King? You're so young that you have to cooperate with you." If there wasn't someone next to you, Asuk would have wanted to show off his pleasing look at this time.

"Oh, he's another poor child who was cheated." Arthur looked at the boxing demon and shook his head helplessly. What kind of evil did the half-god commit? He was so domineering that he was transferred to the palace as the chief supervisor.

Hot water is of course useful, and it is very useful. The hot hot water in this winter is not only about taking a bath to keep warm, but also freezing people to death!
Chapter completed!