Just as Baron Keane was carrying out large-scale agricultural experiments and water purification projects, and just as Arcaian was doing research that would make the God of Plague his mortal enemy in the future, in the valley opposite the Graystone Mountains and the Great Beast Mountains, the armies of the Orc Empire and the Eagle Kingdom had finished gathering and were engaged in a fierce battle.
In many people's eyes, this war would be boring and no different from the many Orc invasions in the past. The humans relied on the sturdy defenses of the strongholds, while the Orcs relied on their massive armies to attack the strongholds.
This had been the case for a long time.
For example, the battle would always start at the stronghold closest to the north of the valley, the City of Iron. This stronghold was the largest of all the strongholds and could hold the most troops. It had enough defensive equipment and rations to last them for more than a year. In the past, in many Orc invasions, the Orc army could only surround this stronghold and not take it down. On the contrary, when the humans counterattacked, the army inside the stronghold would come out and stab the Orc army in the back.
But this time, the situation was different.
Facing the sturdy stronghold, the Orcs sent out a shocking number of aerial troops. The Orcs who could fly and those who could ride on flying magical beasts carried stones that had been lightened by magic and flew above the stronghold. Then, when the magic was about to expire, they threw the stones down.
In just one wave of attack, hundreds of large stones fell from the sky and smashed into the stronghold. Those that smashed into the walls, which were strong enough to withstand powerful magic, had a glaring hole in them. Those that smashed into the ground were deeply embedded in the soil.
What would happen if such a terrifying attack landed on a house or a person?
In this wave of attack, about one-thirtieth of the buildings in the City of Iron were completely destroyed. Many more houses suffered damage of varying sizes. As for the number of casualties, it was impossible to accurately calculate.
This was because with this wave of attack, the entire City of Iron fell into chaos.
The Orcs immediately took this opportunity to launch a fierce attack. The steep walls couldn't stop the werecats' strong and vigorous steps. They climbed up the almost straight walls without any tools. Once they reached the top of the walls, they would hang down the thick ropes that they had prepared beforehand so that the troops behind them could follow.
Originally, Iron City had a complete set of defense systems that could withstand an attack of this scale. However, due to the 'falling rocks', the soldiers of Iron City were in a state of panic. The command system was also in a state of chaos, especially in the areas where the orcs had focused on smashing rocks. Many of the brave soldiers on the city walls had turned into minced meat under the falling rocks. The morale of the remaining soldiers had completely collapsed, and they were unable to organize an effective resistance.
Although the City Lord of Iron City, Marquis Roland Igor, had immediately organized elite reinforcements, the reinforcements were not able to catch up in time. The Orcs had successfully scaled the city walls and quickly set up simple slopes, allowing the follow-up troops to rush up quickly.
When the Orc Army rushed up the city wall like a tide and fought with the soldiers of the Eagle Kingdom, the outcome of the battle was almost decided.
At this most dangerous moment, Marquis Roland led his most loyal personal guards and bravely rushed to the frontline, trying to salvage the situation with his bravery. However, even with their bravery, they couldn't gain any advantage at all.
Marquis Roland himself had already stepped into the Legendary Realm more than 400 years ago. The weakest among his personal guards was of a high level, and there were even two Legendary powerhouses. At first, with these three Legendary powerhouses as the vanguard, they easily tore apart the Orc Army and defeated the Orc Army that had already broken into the city and was about to reach the city gates. Then, they counterattacked the city walls again.
However, that was as far as they could go.
When Marquis Roland took the lead and rushed up the city walls, he saw eight opponents lined up in a row waiting for him.
They were Legendary powerhouses from various Orc tribes. For this battle, the Orcs had even sent the priests of the great temple to the battlefield.
For example, Marquis Roland recognized his old opponent, the famous powerhouse of the Lion Tribe, "Iron Teeth" Ilo Ryan.
Iron Teeth Ilo was an old powerhouse of the Lion Tribe. When he was still an adventurer, he was good friends with the famous "Heavy Berserk Lion" Reynold. Later, the two gradually drifted apart because of differences in beliefs and ideas. Reynold eventually disappeared from the eyes of mortals, and it was said that he had stepped into a realm that mortals couldn't imagine. Ilo became the commander-in-chief of the entire Southern Military Region of the Orc Empire, and presided over more than one Orc invasion.
In the northern part of the Eagle Kingdom, the name "Iron Teeth Ilo" could even stop children from crying at night!
He and Marquis Roland had fought many times, and both of them had won and lost. Even if it was just a one-on-one fight, Marquis Roland was not sure that he could defeat him.
If he was the only enemy, Marquis Roland would be very happy to rush up with his personal guards and kill this old opponent on the city wall.
However, Ilo was not alone. He had seven other helpers.
Marquis Roland's eyes swept over the seven helpers one by one, and he quickly recognized them.
Every time he recognized them, his heart would sink a little.
Especially when these eight Legendary Masters separated to the left and right, like guards, to welcome an old werewolf up the city wall, Marquis Roland's heart had already sunk to the bottom of the water like a stone.
He did not know this old man, but he recognized the wooden staff that the old man was leaning on.
This wooden staff did not have any decorations and was very crude, as if it was just a big branch that was randomly picked up from the roadside and casually shaved a few times with a knife. However, the wooden staff contained a strong magical light, and in his eyes with magic vision, it was as if a round sun had appeared in front of him.
What was more terrifying was that there was a rope tied to the top of the wooden staff, and there were six fist-sized skulls strung on the rope. These skulls also emitted a strong magical light, and there was even a fierce and violent aura emanating from them.
"… Staff of Imprisonment?" he asked bitterly.
This wooden staff called "Staff of Imprisonment" was said to have been used by the Orc Master God Lefon before he was apotheosized, and it contained a powerful and incredible power. After he was apotheosized, he left it among the Orcs. Every time the Orcs killed a Demigod Master, the wooden staff would refine the master into a skeleton and imprison it on the staff, increasing its power.
In other words, the six skulls on the wooden staff were the six Demigod Masters who had died in front of it!
The old werewolf did not answer, but as if he could not see him, he looked around the city wall under his feet, and then looked at the fortress in front of them that was almost undefended.
"This time, we will occupy it," he said to Iron Teeth Iluo, "you will be stationed here."
The fierce and tall lion-man bowed deeply, and accepted the order in an extremely humble manner.
The old werewolf nodded, turned around, and left in satisfaction.
Marquis Roland could not hold it in any longer, and with a roar, he led his loyal and brave guards and charged towards the old werewolf.
Then, eight Orc Legendary Masters came up to meet them.
The Orc army only took one day to break through the Iron City Fortress.
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