Many Orcs were lying on the city wall.
They could only watch helplessly as their kin fought against the terrifying undead spirits not far from the city, yet they were unable to break free from the enemy's entanglement. This caused them to feel even more anxious and irritated.
In the sky, the wraiths and the eagle-bodied men were entangled.
On the ground, the Taurens, Centaurs, and Wolf Riders were fighting with the ghouls.
From the situation, the Orc Warriors lived up to their reputation of bravery. They were smashing the ghouls into bloody paste and chopping them into pieces.
However, the mixed forces that went out to rescue the Orc Warriors were only 400 meters away, but they could not meet up.
But at this moment, a fierce battle suddenly broke out in Drywater City.
Unknowingly, groups of pitch-black shadow creatures with typical exotic characteristics emerged from various dark corners of Drywater City and launched fierce attacks on all the orcs nearby.
At this moment, the only ones who could stay in the city were either the women and children or the elderly Orcs. Faced with such a ferocious shadow creature, they suffered a large number of casualties almost immediately.
The Orcs, who were worried about their juniors outside the city, immediately let out heart-wrenching roars and rushed down from the city wall, fighting with these uninvited shadow creatures.
More than a dozen Shadow Witches did not fight these Orcs head-on. Instead, they relied on their shadow concealment skills to run around the city. Every time they reached an area, they would open a small passage to the Shadow Plane in a corner of the wall and summon a group of shadow creatures that were only at the Apprentice level.
Every now and then, there would be a few Tier 1 Shadow Creatures mixed in.
It was obviously unrealistic to rely on these small fries to take down a solid city with 40,000 to 50,000 Orcs. However, using them to disrupt the Beastmen's formation was like a fish in water, and they couldn't be more suitable.
Orcs were all elemental insulators. Except for Orc Shamans who could control and summon some elemental power, the rest of the combat professions were mostly physical attacks. Johnson Plane was lacking in resources, and the Orc Warriors did not have any magic equipment at all. This made it difficult for them to quickly kill the shadow creatures in groups.
The Shadow Creatures' ability to ignore defense also hurt the Orc Warriors. These wounds were covered in strands of Shadow Power, and without the Orc Shaman's help, they wouldn't be able to heal.
Therefore, relying on the many shadow creatures, just a dozen Grade 1 and Grade 2 Shadow Witches were enough to stir up chaos in Drywater City, and the people's morale was low.
At this time, the Witches of Death had already driven the tide of undead across the horizon, drowning the remaining Orcs and the pitiful rescue team who were still struggling outside the city.
The huge Undead Tide did not stop at all. Like a black tide, it hit the city walls of Dry Water City.
There were only two city gates in the east and west of Dry Water City. The towering city walls were densely covered with turrets and bastions. Powerful ballistae and rapid-fire guns revealed half of their bodies from the crenellations. Each of the crossbow bolts was over two meters long and as thick as a child's arm. The body of the crossbow, which was forged from refined iron, emitted a cold light under the bright sunlight.
As the Undead Tide approached, the rapid-fire arrows flew down from the top of the city walls, passing through the crowd of undead with ear-piercing whistles, and nailing them into meat skewers.
If the attackers were replaced by humans, they would have been scared out of their wits, and their morale would have plummeted. However, the undead controlled by the Witches obviously did not have such a problem. Even in the face of the dense rain of arrows, they still screamed and pounced on the 12-meter-high city walls.
The Orcs' city walls were made of rough and hard boulders piled up together. There were also countless sharp wooden stakes nailed into the walls. These were originally used to guard against the nearby large-scale Orc Tide, but they did not expect to encounter another terrifying enemy today, the Undead Tide.
The black tide of corpses rushed to the bottom of the city walls, clustered into lumps of flesh, and then pushed each other to climb up. The zombies moved very slowly and clumsily, but as the pile of flesh became thicker and thicker, countless wriggling terrifying undead slowly extended towards the top of the city walls.
The Orcs who were lying on the top of the city walls and throwing stones down with all their might were so shocked that their faces turned green, and their limbs went limp.
From their point of view, they could see hideous and frightening faces, as well as ferocious undead that were fighting to be the first to reach the top. These undead did not seem to know what fear was. Even in the face of the boulders that the orcs threw at them with all their might, or the arrows that were shot at them, they still opened their bloody mouths and stretched out their filthy claws to intimidate the enemies that were right in front of them.
They were not living beings, but a group of dead corpses that could move freely under the control of the power of witchcraft!
And if they were to be devoured by such undead, even with the protection of the Beast God, the Orcs' souls would probably fall to the terrifying underworld to be trampled on.
It was because of this understanding that these devout believers of the Beast God felt a trace of fear for the first time, and had a strong urge to escape from this place!
However, the Orcs' blood and unyielding spirit offset the fear in their hearts, causing them to attack the undead below the city walls with waves of roars and roars.
Arrows were shot out, and kerosene was splashed everywhere.
Following the release of a fire arrow, a huge ball of flames suddenly exploded below the city walls.
The entire battlefield was immediately filled with the pungent smell of roasted corpses, and it made people want to vomit.
Grimm, who was watching the battle from afar, could not help but shake his head and sigh.
Although the undead army was just cannon fodder concocted by the Witches of Death, they could not be so easily squandered! The Planar Wars were endless, and if they wanted to conquer any mature plane, they had to be prepared for a long war.
Now that the Planar Gate was closed, the Witches of Death could only bring so many undead into the Johnson Plane. If they were used up in the early stages, how were they going to stop the real army of the Orc Empire in the later stages?
It seemed like they needed to suppress the undead army for a while.
Under Grimm's instructions, the cloned brain Gelu once again led the magic archers towards the city walls. When they reached a suitable position, Gelu stopped and began to order the magic archers to fire at the top of the city walls in a frenzy, suppressing the defense of the city walls.
300 magic archers equipped with magic ray guns stood their ground, and the ray guns in their hands shot out dazzling rays of red light. Each shot was enough to cover an area of 50 to 60 meters above the city walls.
The Orcs who were shielded by the battlements were fine, and they dodged the fierce attack. However, the Orcs who stuck their bodies out to throw boulders at the city walls were unlucky. Their bodies were pierced with numerous bloody holes, and they screamed in pain as they fell from the city walls.
The Orcs were brave and fearless. The Orcs were the strongest and bravest warriors in the entire Johnson Plane! However, this still could not make up for the huge difference in equipment between the two sides.
The Orcs' equipment was all sourced from the desolate northwest wastelands. There were no large metal mines there, nor were there skilled blacksmiths who could forge high-quality weapons and armor. Therefore, it was rare to see Orc warriors with high-quality full-body armor.
The only things they had were thin beast skins and sturdy bodies!
The Orcs might be strong, but their bodies were still made of flesh and blood. In the face of the overwhelming scorching rays, they could only try their best to dodge and wail in pain. They could not bring out any equipment that could defend against them.
Hiding in a sturdy fort, Dawa, who was watching the battlefield, punched a coarse rock. Wherever his fist landed, the rock crumbled, and a deep pit filled with spiderweb cracks appeared.
"Where did these damned witches find so many metal puppets … No, I can't let the warriors on the city walls defend against the enemy's concentrated attacks. Go, inform the Cyclopes, it's time for them to take the field … "
A messenger immediately ran out.
A moment later, somewhere below the city, a group of twelve or thirteen Cyclopes, led by a Cyclops King, slowly ascended the city wall.
Their appearance immediately attracted the attention of the witches below the city walls.
A Cyclope that could throw stones? It seemed that they were the Orcs' only long-range troops!
Seeing the Cyclopes appear, Grimm could not help but feel a little nervous.
These 300 Magic Archers were his main force in the Planar War. If they were destroyed by these Grade 2 Cyclopes, Grimm would probably die of heartache.
Grimm gritted his teeth and forced a smile. He raised his hand and threw out two Magic Puppet Crystal Cores, summoning two terrifying five-meter-tall Flame Demons. With a furious roar, he transformed into a tall Balrog that was wreathed in flames.
Three Flame Demons appeared in one go, causing the gazes of the people around the battlefield to focus on Grimm.
Under Grimm's lead, the two terrifying Flame Demons arrived at the front of the Magic Archers, one on the left and one on the right. Facing the distant Drywater City, they began to summon a large-scale Crimson Flame Pillar, Meteor Shower, and Volcano of Doom.
Although the threat of a Grade 2 spell against a Grade 3 creature was limited, it was no less terrifying than an apocalypse for the low-and mid-tier Orcs.
Fiery meteors rained down from the sky, creating fiery shockwaves as they collided with each other. The damage done to the distant city walls was simply staggering. Pillars of Crimson Flame Pillar with a diameter of 10 meters suddenly exploded at a certain spot on the city walls, engulfing 20 to 30 Orc warriors at a time.
The Tier 1 Orc Warriors didn't even have time to cry out for help before they were incinerated by the towering pillars of fire. Only the Type 2 Beastmen were able to rely on their powerful physiques to rush out of the inferno. Their bodies were charred black.
Moreover, the magic flames did not disappear easily. Instead, they stuck to the stones and continued to burn, even igniting the wooden weapons on the city walls.
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