Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 201: Aid to Noura

On the northern plains, the cold wind howled and the smoke of war filled the air. Nura stood at the front, she raised her ice spear high, and the cold air immediately gathered at the tip of the spear, and finally turned into snow and wind and blew towards the oncoming orc phalanx. The cold wind and snow immediately blocked the enemy's advance, and at the same time, the artillery behind them roared again, and the shells exploded in the stagnant herd of beasts. Amid the explosions, the orc formation gradually disintegrated. Only a small number of stragglers were left, and they were dealt with by the rangers who followed.

They once again blocked the orcs' attack, but before they could catch their breath, they saw the dark herd of beasts appear again on the horizon.

That was another round of attack by the orcs. This was the nth time, even Nura herself couldn't remember. She led her troops in a fierce battle here for nearly a week, or even longer. During this period, she defeated the enemy again and again with magic and artillery. However, no matter how many times she won, they always came back again, endlessly. She really couldn't understand why the enemy had not decreased until now. Could it be that these guys grew out of the ground?

However, in comparison, the situation here was not optimistic. Everyone was exhausted and in a state of disgrace. To make matters worse, the artillery ammunition had been exhausted in the previous battle.

Looking at the approaching orcs, Nura shook her head at first, then her eyes became firm. She held the spear in her hand horizontally and shouted:

"Warriors of the tribe, prepare to attack!"

The princess' voice was like a shot of adrenaline. Although the soldiers around her were tired, they all shouted in unison. Everyone gritted their teeth and held their weapons tightly.

Everyone knew that this battle was a matter of life and death for them and they could not retreat because behind them were the tribal tents and their loved ones were counting on them.

Nura's eyes were as sharp as torches. She stared at the dark shadows on the horizon, which began to move towards them like a tide. She could even hear the deafening howling of wild beasts. The soldiers on her side also began to shout. The sounds mixed together, like a symphony of life and death. The battle was about to begin.

At this moment, a scout on a fast horse suddenly passed through the two armies and ran all the way to Nura. The latter was panting and shouted without even getting off the horse:

"Princess, come... come, come!"

"What?" Noura frowned slightly, then lowered her voice and said, "Calm down and speak slowly~"

The scout calmed down, swallowed his saliva, and then said:

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"What?" Nura was confused for a moment, then looked up in the direction where the scout was running, only to see the horizon over there begin to fluctuate, and with the rising dust, a neat team gradually emerged.

Although she was far away, she still saw that the leader was none other than Carl, who was riding on a fine horse, his handsome face gleaming in the sun. Behind him, the musketeers were in uniform, with resolute faces, each holding a musket, ready to fight. The roar of artillery fire accompanied the orderly pace, as if playing a prelude to the upcoming battle.

"It's him! He's here so soon!" Noura's voice was trembling, but more excited. She clenched her fists and was so excited that she almost jumped up.

Then she saw that one kilometer away from the herd, Karl waved his hand to signal the troops to stop, and the troops began to quickly line up. The soldiers moved quickly and pushed the artillery to the front of the battle formation. Noura saw that the caliber of the artillery was much larger than theirs. The soldiers were busy and focused, debugging the barrels, loading gunpowder, and inserting shells. Everyone was well-trained and uniform, and the loading was completed in just a few minutes.

Then, with Carl waving his hand again, the artillery opened fire with a loud bang. The deafening sound shook the entire plain, and the shells cut through the air and flew towards the orc camp. The huge explosion was like thunder, exploding among the orcs, earth and rocks flew, flames shot out, and instantly blew the orcs in front into pieces.

The orcs were frightened by the sudden attack and stopped temporarily. Their panicked eyes wandered around. After hesitating for a moment, they angrily adjusted their direction and charged towards Carl's troops.

The artillerymen also finished reloading and started another round of shooting. Countless orcs were sent flying by the explosion and their bodies were scattered all over the ground, but they did not stop. Instead, they stared at the fire and charged forward. 800 meters, 600 meters, 400 meters, orcs kept falling down and the rest of the orcs kept coming forward. 200 meters away, they were getting closer and closer and they were about to reach the target.

However, what stood in front of them was a three-section phalanx of muskets. At this time, the musketeers had already made preparations, with the guns loaded and the matches burning, just waiting for them to come into range.

"Open fire!" Then a loud command came from Carl's mouth, the smoke of gunpowder spread instantly, and the deafening gunshots roared like thunder, resounding throughout the battlefield.

Countless bullet trajectories rushed straight towards the orcs. Although their bodies were as strong as iron, they were useless in front of the solid bullets. The orcs could block arrows, swords and axes, but they became no different from ordinary people when facing bullets. As the gunshots continued, the soldiers in the front row fell one after another, and blood gushed out, staining the soil red.

There were constant screams on the battlefield, and the roars of the orcs were gradually replaced by the low moans of death. They waved their weapons angrily, trying to fight back, but they lacked long-range weapons and the speed of cavalry, and could not get close in the uninterrupted shooting. The faces of the fallen orcs were distorted, and their eyes were full of resentment and shock. They obviously did not expect that human weapons were so powerful.

Immediately afterwards, the Grenadiers followed closely behind and took the opportunity to launch a charge, throwing grenades into the herd. Amid the explosions and shooting, the orcs fell like grass being cut. Their original bravery and wildness became meaningless in the face of absolute firepower, and soon only corpses were left on the ground.

Nura and his tribesmen also took advantage of the situation and launched an attack. In the end, the orcs were completely wiped out by the two armies. No one survived. The battlefield was in ruins and the cheers of the warriors resounded through the sky. Nura looked at the fallen enemies and finally breathed a sigh of relief. A long-lost joy appeared on his face.

She didn't even say hello to the soldiers around her, and she had already rushed towards Karl's army. She ran all the way to Karl's position, passing through the enemy's army, and suddenly pulled the reins when she was about to reach Karl.

She suddenly saw a familiar face, and Alia, riding her maroon horse, suddenly stopped in front of her.

"It's you?" Nura frowned slightly and clenched the ice spear in his hand.

"Why? I'm Lord Carl's military chief. Is it weird to be here?" Alia looked at her unkindly.

Noura shook her head and then sighed:

"Whatever, I'm here to see Karl anyway."

But I heard Alia suddenly say:

"You can't see Carl!"

"Why?" Nura was stunned, with a disdainful smile on her face.

"My Lord just arrived and needs to rest~"

"Are you kidding me? This is a private matter between me and your lord. It's none of your business to get in the way!" As she spoke, she waved to Carl who was not far away. Just as she was about to go around him, she saw Alia pulling the reins and riding her horse in front of her again, preventing her from moving forward.

Suddenly, Noura felt a surge of anger rising from her heart, and pointed the spear in her hand at Alia:

"Step aside!"

The latter just snorted contemptuously and remained unmoved.

"Humph, a defeated general, can you stop me?"

"It's different now." Arya responded coldly, then drew out her flaming sword. The sword was burning with flames, reflecting her determined eyes.

Nura was stunned for a moment. She looked at the sword in the other person's hand, and then burst into laughter:

"Okay, that's fine! This time we can have a fair fight! No one will think I'm bullying you!"

Then she shouted loudly, and the ice spear in her hand immediately emitted bursts of coldness, surrounding her and seeming to freeze everything.

Carl had been watching the two men from a distance. He was about to go forward when he suddenly saw the two men directly display their weapons. This frightened him so much that he almost fell down. He hurriedly ran forward, shouting as he ran:

"Wait, wait a minute, what are you doing?"

Then he suddenly saw the two girls turn their heads at the same time.

"Don't interfere!" Noura and Alia responded almost at the same time, their voices as loud as a bell.

"Huh?" Carl was stunned on the spot by the shout.

Then he suddenly realized that all the soldiers had surrounded them and were looking at the two of them. Everyone looked expectantly, as if they were looking forward to the upcoming battle.