Free Web NovelBefore the drumbeats had even stopped, figures were already flying all over Chiyo Castle.
Powerful figures from various countries rose into the air from city towers, barracks, and tents, flying towards the sky above the west gate.
In less than two minutes, all seventy-four figures were in position, hovering behind Igor and his two companions, their armor, robes, and chainmail gleaming in the torchlight.
On the city wall, 20,000 county soldiers had already taken their battle positions, with shield bearers in front, spearmen behind, and archers with their bows drawn.
The catapult's ropes were taut, and the ballista operator adjusted the firing angle.
Twenty thousand special troops lined up simultaneously on and below the city walls, while sixty thousand reserve awakened individuals poured out of the barracks below the city walls and quickly formed ranks.
The 300,000-strong orc army had split into three torrents, surging towards Chiyo Castle in a dark mass.
The northernmost area had the most orcs, and under the firelight, their heads stretched like a tide across the wilderness.
Orc armies were also moving towards the west and south gates, their flames snaking like snakes.
Ruan Wenxiong's gaze swept over the three torrents, and his voice deepened: "This time, the orcs are not engaging in small-scale skirmishes like they did during the day."
Amir nodded, about to speak, when suddenly his expression changed drastically, and his voice became urgent: "Watch out!"
Before the words were finished, the space in front of the three of them suddenly distorted, and a four-meter-tall figure appeared out of thin air five meters in front of them.
Dark gold plate armor, a black crown, and a dark red gem in the center of the crown that resembles a burning eye.
He gripped a golden broadsword in one hand, the seven gems on its blade gleaming eerily in the night.
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Saruk, the Orc King.
Igor's pupils contracted sharply, and a single word involuntarily escaped his lips: "This..."
Nguyen Van Hung reacted the fastest. His eyes flashed, and he swung his double-edged battle axe. The lightning on the axe blade exploded as it cleaved straight down toward Saluk's face.
Saruk raised his sword to parry. Clang! The golden greatsword clashed with the golden battle axe, sparks flying like fireworks.
Nguyen Van Hung was knocked back three meters, his hands and feet going numb. Saluk, however, remained motionless, his smile deepening.
Igor attacked from the flank, his golden broadsword sweeping across, the blade aimed straight for Saluk's ribs.
Saruk turned to the side, the blade grazing past his plate armor.
He swung his sword at Igor with a backhand strike, but Igor raised his sword to block. Clang! He was knocked back five meters.
Amir launched a surprise attack from behind, his golden scimitar flashing like a viper's tongue, aiming for the back of Saluk's neck.
Without turning his head, Saluk reached back with his left hand and grabbed the back of the scimitar.
Amir's expression changed drastically. He drew his sword with all his might, but remained motionless.
With a forceful shove, Saluk sent Amir flying, knife and all, tumbling through the air before regaining his footing.
The three exchanged a glance and charged forward simultaneously, attacking Saluk from three directions.
Saruk held his sword in one hand, the golden greatsword held horizontally in front of him, and took the combined attack of the three men head-on.
The flames exploded, and the shockwave spread in all directions, causing several level 39 experts behind them to sway.
Saluk's lips slowly parted to reveal a set of sharp fangs: "Three against one? Good!"
At the same time, eight level 40 orc war lords emerged from the darkness behind Saruk.
Behind them, eight level 39 orc prophets, twenty-two level 39 orc sword saints, and fifteen level 39 orc warriors surged forth like a tide.
His dark green skin gleamed oil beneath his black armor, his fangs protruded, and his eyes burned with eerie green flames.
The human powerhouses immediately rushed forward, level 40 against level 40, level 39 against level 39, and the battle instantly erupted in the air.
Amidst the clash of swords and the roar of magic, shockwaves erupted in concentric circles, stirring up dust on the ground and causing the torches on the city walls to sway wildly.
An orc swordsman's greatsword struck a human warrior's shield, sparks flying, while a human mage's fireball slammed into an orc prophet's shield, exploding into a burst of flames.
An orc general's battle axe clashed with a human warrior's spear, producing a resounding clang.
Above Chiyo Castle, more than a hundred powerful warriors were engaged in a chaotic battle in the night. Flames and shadows intertwined, spells clashed with swords, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.
On the city wall, catapults began to fire, huge stones tearing through the night sky and crashing into the surging orc infantry formations in the distance, each impact creating a cloud of blood mist.
The giant arrows from the ballista whistled out, sending the leading mammoth war elephant staggering and falling to the ground.
The archers fired in unison, and a rain of arrows fell upon the beastmen like locusts.
But there were too many orcs. An army of 300,000 pressed in from three sides, like three black daggers, fiercely stabbing at the walls of Chiyo Castle.
The mammoth war elephants charged to the foot of the city wall, their hooves pounding the ground and causing the wall to tremble.
The orc infantry set up ladders and began to climb.
Boiling oil was poured down between the walls, logs and stones crashed down, and screams and shouts of killing mingled together. freёwebnovel.com
That night, the sky above Chiyo Castle was devoid of stars, only filled with the glint of swords, the shadows of axes, flames, and blood.
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A fierce battle raged above Chiyo Castle.
Lord Yamamoto Ichiro of Osaka Castle hovered in the airspace east of the North Gate, his golden katana drawing sharp arcs in his hand.
He was in his early fifties, with a thin face, high cheekbones, and a pair of triangular eyes that gleamed with a sinister light, yet now burned with a burning fighting spirit.
His opponent was a level 39 orc swordsman, two heads taller than him, whose double-edged greatsword slashed like the wind, each strike accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
But Yamamoto Ichiro's katana was faster and more cunning.
He dodged the incoming sword strike to the side, and his katana slashed upwards, the blade cutting across the orc swordsman's breastplate, leaving a deep gash.
The orc swordsman roared and swung his greatsword. Yamamoto Ichiro did not retreat but advanced, crouching down and crawling under the blade. His katana pierced the orc swordsman's waist and abdomen.
With a flick of his wrist, the katana churned within the orc swordsman's body before being abruptly pulled out, black blood gushing forth.
The orc swordsman staggered backward, his health bar dropping to 30%.
"Ants." Yamamoto Ichiro sneered, raising his katana high, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Suddenly, space distorted, and Yamamoto Ichiro felt a darkness before his eyes as his body was pulled into the void by an irresistible force.
In his last moments of consciousness, he saw the two deputy lords of Osaka Castle, a middle-aged samurai wielding a long spear and a young ninja raising a katana, vanish in the same instant.
On the city wall, three thousand nodachi warriors and five thousand elite nodachi warriors ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) simultaneously turned into specks of light and vanished, along with the three city lords of the Iron Kingdom in the air who also disappeared into thin air.
A large vacuum zone suddenly appeared on the city wall.
The section of the city wall that was originally guarded by nodachi samurai has been completely deserted, with no trace of the garrison behind the battlements.
The orcs immediately seized the opportunity.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, several orc warlords led hundreds of elite orcs up the city wall through the gap, wielding battle axes and maces, hacking and slashing through the human lines.
"Reserve! Move in now!"
A third-tier warrior from the White Elephant Kingdom roared and charged at an orc warlord, brandishing his scimitar.
