Free Web NovelThe scimitar struck the orc's shoulder armor, sparks flying, leaving only a white mark.
The orc warlord swung his axe backhand, sending him staggering back several steps, leaving a large dent in his shield.
The reserve forces behind the city wall surged up to fill the gap, but the orcs had already established a foothold on that section of the wall, and a bloody tug-of-war ensued between the two sides.
The Sky Legion lost six city lord-level combatants from Osaka Castle and Kara Holy City, causing the number of human powerhouses to plummet from seventy-four to sixty-eight.
Meanwhile, the number of orcs with strength above level 39 has not decreased and remains unchanged.
With this shift in power, the human race went from having the upper hand to being evenly matched.
Ruan Wenxiong cleaved back the Saluk in front of him with an axe, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield, his face turning ashen: "Yamamoto Ichiro and the others have been teleported back? Damn it!"
He immediately realized what had happened: "The orcs have launched a surprise attack on Osaka Castle and Kara Holy City!"
Igor deflected an incoming orc arrow with his greatsword, his voice urgent: "What do we do now?"
"What else can we do!" Amir's scimitar flashed, shattering a spell cast by an orc prophet. "We'll fight first! Chiyo Castle can't be lost!"
The three gritted their teeth and continued to fight Saruk.
Saruk's golden greatsword flashed like lightning in the night sky, and he fought three opponents with ease.
His fangs gleamed a ghastly white in the firelight, and his dark red eyes were full of mockery.
Beneath the city walls, an army of 300,000 orcs surged against the walls wave after wave.
Each attack inflicted heavy losses on the defenders on the city walls.
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Yamamoto Ichiro felt dizzy, with a roaring sound and a sense of weightlessness in his ears.
When he could see the scene before him again, he was already standing in a familiar hall.
The roof was mostly torn off, with broken tiles and broken wooden beams scattered all over the ground. Moonlight poured down through the hole, illuminating the bloodstains on the ground.
The walls of the council hall were covered with knife marks and fire damage, and several soldiers' corpses lay on the steps at the entrance, with blood flowing down the stone steps.
Outside, shouts of battle filled the air.
Yamamoto Ichiro rushed out of the council hall, and the sight before him made his pupils contract sharply.
In the square outside the council hall, thousands of nodachi samurai were engaged in a fierce battle with green-skinned orc infantry.
Scimitars clashed with battle axes, nodachis intersected with spears, blood splattered, and limbs flew everywhere.
But there were too many orcs, a dark mass surging in from all directions, like a green flood that submerged every inch of land.
He turned around and saw that the two deputy city lords had also emerged from the teleportation light, their faces ashen.
The three of them exchanged a glance, and each saw despair in the other's eyes.
The remaining 20,000 Awakened Ones, 2,000 Nodachi Samurai, and 5,000 County Soldiers were all killed in action.
In the square, the last batch of defenders were being surrounded and annihilated by orcs. An awakened being was struck by three battle axes at the same time and fell to the ground with a scream. ƒrēewebnovel.com
A county soldier rolled down the steps carrying an orc infantryman and stabbed him in the throat with a dagger, but was immediately chopped in the neck by another orc behind him.
High in the sky, ten figures hovered above Osaka Castle.
Leading the group was Bloodaxe Gronn, his Bonecrusher Great Axe slung over his shoulder, his dark gold plate armor gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
He slowly grinned, revealing a set of sharp fangs, his eyes filled with cruel pleasure.
He looked down at Yamamoto Ichiro as if he were looking down at a caged mouse.
"Oh, the city lord is back? Perfect, I haven't had enough killing yet, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep."
"Fight these beasts!"
Yamamoto Ichiro gritted his teeth, gripped the golden katana tightly in his hand, pushed off with his feet, and soared into the air, charging towards Goron.
Two deputy city lords followed closely behind, one wielding a spear and the other raising a katana, their killing intent surging like a tide.
Goron waved his hand, and the nine level 39 orc swordsmen, warriors, and prophets behind him simultaneously swooped down to meet Yamamoto Ichiro and the two deputy city lords.
Yamamoto Ichiro's katana slashed at an orc swordsman, the blades colliding and sparks flying.
He gritted his teeth and fought fiercely, each strike faster than the last, but there were too many opponents: one to hold him back, two to flank him, and three to attack from the side.
His health bar was dropping rapidly, and the situation was even worse for the deputy city lords. One of them was hit in the shoulder by an orc general's battle axe, and his health bar plummeted.
Another was afflicted by the orc prophet's death curse, losing health every second and turning pale.
With a roar, Yamamoto Ichiro unleashed a burst of golden light on his katana, cleaving the orc swordsman in front of him in two before charging toward Gronn.
He knew that to catch the thief, you must first catch the king. Goron didn't even move when he saw Yamamoto Ichiro charging towards him.
The two orc warriors beside him attacked simultaneously, their battle axes clashing down to block Yamamoto Ichiro's path.
Yamamoto Ichiro was forced to retreat, and his health bar dropped another bit.
He turned around and saw that the two deputy city lords had been forced onto the roof of the council hall, back to back, covered in blood.
One deputy city lord was besieged by two orc warriors, while another deputy city lord was besieged by three orc sword saints. He barely managed to parry the attacks and already had seven or eight wounds on his body.
Yamamoto Ichiro gripped his katana tightly and closed his eyes.
He knew that Osaka Castle was finished.
An hour later.
Thick smoke and the smell of blood filled the sky above Osaka Castle.
On the ruins of the council hall, the orcs' battle banner, black with white wolves, was planted at the highest point, fluttering in the night wind.
The square was piled high with the corpses of the human garrison—sword-wielding warriors, awakened ones, and county soldiers—layer upon layer, their blood forming streams that flowed down the cracks in the stone pavement. frёewebηovel.cѳm
High in the sky, a dark red beam of light shot up from the core of Osaka Castle's territory, then slowly receded.
That was the light that condensed in the core of the new territory after the city-level territory was captured, but it was the dark red core of the orcs, not the golden core of the humans.
Ten thousand level 15 orc infantrymen emerged from the void and merged into Gronn's army.
Their equipment was uniform, their steps were synchronized, and their eyes burned with dark green flames.
Goron hovered above Osaka Castle, his giant axe stained with the blood of powerful human warriors.
He looked down at the city that had just been razed, a satisfied smile on his lips.
A nearby orc swordsman, his right fist pressed against his chest, asked in a hoarse voice, "Lord Gronn, what's the next step?"
Goron raised his giant axe and pointed it north: "Dispatch five thousand troops and head north immediately. Before the humans can react, occupy all the territories between Chiyo Castle and Osaka Castle, leaving no villages, towns, or county towns alive."
The orc swordsman obeyed the order and swooped down.
Goron turned his gaze to the southwest, towards the direction of Tieba.
The smile on his lips widened slightly: "The rest of you, come with me to the borders of the human race's Ironclad Kingdom tonight, and try to meet up with Salga by this evening. We'll arrive at Hangu Pass by tomorrow afternoon."
The surrounding orc warriors, prophets, and sword saints all pressed their right fists to their chests and shouted in unison, "Yes, sir!"
Goron turned and flew northeast.
Behind him, nearly 35,000 elite orcs followed like a tidal wave, a dark mass that resembled a winding venomous snake in the moonlight.
The flames of Osaka Castle burned behind them, turning half the sky a dark red.
Amidst the ruins, faint groans could be heard occasionally, but they were quickly swallowed up by the night wind.
