On the northwestern battlefield, a great battle was about to unfold.
After a long period of preparation, Sauron was determined to engage in a head-on confrontation with the Orc army outside the city, and this news quickly reached the Orc army that had originally withdrawn from the Stahm region's fortress group.
Many Orcs had mixed emotions upon hearing this news.
Many of them were still immersed in the grief of the Orc Emperor's death, and their pain had not yet subsided.
More Orcs were filled with anger, unable to believe that humans dared to initiate a battle in the wild against them.
In the eyes of the Orcs, humans had always been relatively weak, relying mainly on solid fortresses and various fortifications to resist Orcish attacks, but now they dared to take the initiative, which was simply a provocation in the eyes of the Orcs, a blatant offense to their dignity and power.
"Who gave them the courage? The Radiant Main God?"
Some Orcs couldn't help but ask such questions.
In their understanding, Orcs were born with powerful physiques and combat instincts, making them among the most valiant warriors on the continent, while humans, apart from relying on the power of gods, seemed to lack the means to confront Orcs head-on.
Haisel, the Tiger Clan Chief and supreme commander of the Orc army, immediately displayed his composure and caution upon receiving the news.
He knew that the outcome of a war depended not only on courage and strength but also on understanding the enemy and being fully prepared.
Therefore, he immediately sent people to inquire about detailed information regarding human magic cannons, "What is the effective attack range of human magic cannons? What is their weight?"
He cleared his throat and said calmly, "Tiger King, since the beginning of the war, we have conducted multiple careful calculations,
and found that the maximum attack range of human magic cannons is nine hundred meters."
As soon as he finished speaking, a clamor erupted within the tent.
Upon hearing this number, the Orcs showed expressions of horror, their hearts seemingly gripped by an invisible hand, causing them to tremble involuntarily.
They had all personally witnessed the earth-shattering power of the magic cannons!
The tremendous roar, accompanied by dazzling light, each launch was like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe.
Even Saint-level experts would not dare to be careless when facing the bombardment of magic cannons.
As for those eighth-order experts, even if they survived a direct hit from a magic cannon, they would certainly be seriously injured.
"No wonder, no wonder they were able to repeatedly inflict heavy damage on our Shaman Legion," an Orc warrior couldn't help but exclaim.
The Shaman Legion was a very special existence among the Orcs, possessing mysterious magical powers that, after various enhancements, allowed them to attack up to five hundred meters away.
In the past, on the battlefield, the Shaman Legion had often exerted tremendous pressure on the enemy with their magical advantage.
But now, in the face of the human magic cannons' attack range of nine hundred meters, the Shaman Legion seemed so fragile.
At this moment, Rommel continued, "However, we did gain some rewards when we breached the human fortresses.
We were fortunate enough to capture a human magic cannon.
Although we cannot replicate this complex weapon,
by studying it, we can determine the approximate weight of the magic cannon, about six thousand catties or approximately 7,937 pounds.
Such a heavy object is destined to be unable to move quickly."
Hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in the eyes of the Orcs.
If they could develop tactics targeting the magic cannons' slow movement, perhaps they could reduce the threat posed by this terrifying weapon in the upcoming battle.
The atmosphere inside the tent gradually became solemn, and every Orc was contemplating countermeasures, the tense atmosphere before the battle becoming increasingly intense.
Tiger King Haisel's eyes were piercing, gleaming with wisdom and determination, and he decisively spoke loudly, "Our army will retreat quickly.
The humans are trying to engage us in a great battle outside the city, so we will use their plan against them.
Their magic cannons are powerful, but too cumbersome.
We must lengthen the human army's battle lines, preventing them from supporting each other, so that their magic cannons cannot provide timely support on the battlefield.
The wilderness is our Orcs' home ground.
Here, our mobility and combat instincts will be brought to the extreme.
In this battle, we must make the human empire pay a heavy price for their arrogance!"
His words were like burning flames, instantly igniting the bloodlust and fighting spirit of the Orcs in the tent.
The Orcs raised their weapons and shouted deafening cheers.
The cheers were filled with a desire for revenge and an anticipation of victory.
They seemed to already see the human army retreating under their attacks, and the scene of blood staining the earth red, washing away the shame of the Orcs' defeat.
At this moment, the entire tent was enveloped in a fanatical atmosphere of battle, and every Orc couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield and engage in a life-or-death struggle with the humans.
Inside the Stahm Fortress, a scene of busy yet orderly activity was unfolding.
Large numbers of magic cannons were being carefully loaded onto heavy wagons that Sauron had meticulously crafted in advance.
These heavy wagons looked like steel behemoths on the battlefield, and their design was unique.
Each wagon was equipped with eight huge wheels, which were three times wider than ordinary wagon wheels.
This wide design gave the wheels extremely strong load-bearing capacity, like the foundation of a mobile fortress.
Whether on rugged roads or ground made uneven by war, these specially made wheels could steadily bear the astonishing weight of the magic cannons.
Moreover, the increased number of wheels and the widened tire width.
When the wagon was driven on the ground, the wide tires were like the feet of giants, evenly distributing the weight, preventing it from sinking into the soil due to excessive local pressure.
However, this design was not perfect.
The only thing that was troublesome was that each wagon required six strong warhorses to pull it.
These warhorses were not ordinary horses, they were all strictly selected and trained, each with bulging muscles and full of power.
The reins on their bodies were taut, and their hooves pawed restlessly at the ground, as if they had already felt the tense atmosphere of the upcoming battle.
But even such strong warhorses needed six to work together to drag the heavy wagons loaded with magic cannons, slowly advancing towards the battlefield.
