There were 18 military fortresses of the Orc Empire.
They were large fortresses that could house 80,000 to 100,000 soldiers.
The four walls were 50 meters tall, and the walls were inlaid with densely packed sharp barbs. The barbs looked like they could be placed on top of the siege ladders, but whether it was climbing the ladders or accidentally falling down, they would not be able to withstand it.
The only possibility was to be pierced through by the barbs. There was no possibility of survival.
Of course, the height of the city walls was not a problem. It was only used to defend against professionals below the middle and beginner level.
As for the Advanced and Grandmaster professionals, they could only use the large number of heavy-duty crossbows and magic cannons to fight head-on!
Other than that, there was no other way.
The City of Dawn had 18 suicide legions consisting of 100,000 chosen ones.
In the first wave, William only let 10 suicide legions charge towards the Orc military fortresses.
Or rather.
His Royal Highness did not give any orders during the first wave of attack.
The players were like idiots who were not afraid of death. They directly charged towards the Orc military fortresses.
The vanguard army had no order, no formation, and no instructions. Many onlookers were taken aback.
Whether it was the spectating envoys of the Frost Empire or the Elfin princes and legion commanders, they could not help but wonder what William was going to do.
It was possible that the City of Dawn was nothing.
After all, rumors were just rumors. No matter how many victories the City of Dawn achieved, or if they were the only victors of the Darkness invasion, they would not be able to make an accurate conclusion until they met.
But the regular legions of the City of Dawn were here!
The 100,000 Dawn legions were hiding in the Frost Forest, secretly preparing for battle.
Two high-spirited griffin legions.
Six blade-like cavalry legions. Three of them were white Thunder Warhorse legions, while the other three were black Dragon's blood Warhorse legions!
There was also a Dragon's blood legion that was filled with endless fighting spirit.
This Dragon's blood legion consisted of 3,500 soldiers. They wore Dragon Scale Armor. Every part of their bodies was covered with the same elemental Dragon Scales.
Ice, wood, water, fire, earth, and darkness. There were six different elemental Dragon's blood warriors. Many sharp-eyed onlookers discovered that there were hundreds of Dragon Speakers among the Dragon's blood warriors. But they were not Dragon followers!
Many people were dumbfounded by this situation.
They knew that Dragon Speakers could only be created by the Dragon race using Dragon Language magic.
What was going on in the City of Dawn?
In particular, many people were wondering how many Dragons William had killed to form such a trump card Dragonblood Legion.
After all, not everyone had Moses' ability to use the dragon crystal to strengthen a Dragonblood Warrior with every drop of dragon blood.
The soldiers of the Dawn Army stood in the cold wind and snow. Each of them had the aura of a veteran. It was because of these 100,000 soldiers that no one dared to underestimate William.
"Could it be that this group of Heaven's Chosen Ones are all so unrestrained?"
"There is no discipline at all. Look at the regular army and then look at the Dawn Mercenary Team. The difference is too big!"
"The City of Dawn has more than two million chosen ones. I feel like it's a loss."
"That's right. It's definitely a huge loss. The Empire originally planned to recruit some Chosen Ones, but if the Chosen Ones are like this, I feel that it's useless even if they can come back to life. Will they just be a waste of resources?"
Many people were talking about whether the Chosen One was worth using.
When the Player army was less than 5,000 meters away from the military fortress, they cooperated and showed how useless they were.
Because …
The Orc army's cannons, enchanted heavy crossbows, and catapults had started their first wave of attack.
Everyone could only hear the loud rumbling sounds.
The explosive cannons traveled at the speed of sound and exploded in the center of the battlefield!
The deafening sounds of the cannons were continuous.
The Player army was in a complete mess from the bombardment.
Almost every cannonball could blast at least eight to nine players into the sky …
Instantly, there were signs of flowers blooming on the icy sea and snowy plains.
Waves of players were blasted into white light and fragments.
Catapults streaked across the sky like a meteor shower. The players dodged if they could. However, because there were too many of them, they were too lazy to dodge. They allowed the catapults to smash them to death in the snowy plains.
The heavy crossbows were accompanied by sonic booms as they shot toward the players.
Basically, every arrow could pierce through the players like candied fruits on a stick.
However, it was the first charge in 30 minutes.
Almost one-third of the ten million players had perished in the battle.
A total of 300,000 players had returned to the center of the commander's flag to revive.
The battle was a tragic sight.
The messengers of the Frost Empire and some Elves could not help but swallow their saliva when they saw this scene.
"I remember that the more times the chosen ones die, the lower their combat power will be. According to this method of death, they will not be able to fight after a while, right?" "Yes.
I heard that after dying six times, this group of chosen ones will disappear into thin air. They will only reappear the next day! "
"An army of one million chosen ones did not even manage to climb up the city wall. One-third of them have perished. Let's go. There's nothing to see!" Some people chose to leave the battlefield. They no longer had any expectations for the City of Dawn's vanguard army.
But many people did not leave.
They wanted to know if the regular army of the City of Dawn would fight today.
But the possibility was small.
As long as the Lord of the City of Dawn was not a lunatic, he would not use his trump card to fight such a battle.
Back to the Death Legion. The more players died, the more excited the defending Orcs became. This was because the chosen ones were living targets. The Orcs were getting more and more excited as they killed. It was like a fat otaku fighting zombies in the 21st century!
Simply put.
The Orcs could not stop.
Don't bother about me. I can kill six to seven enemies with one arrow. It's fine if you don't give me battle achievements. Why are you stopping me from shooting?
What?
It takes a lot of effort to make the cannons. Are you kidding me? When I shoot, there will be a huge explosion. More than ten enemies will be blasted into the sky. I have not encountered such a dense formation for many years. Why don't you let me shoot a few shots to have some fun? Are you beastly?
Many of the supervisors were speechless. Some of them even started to fire the cannons …
Hmm.
It was so fun …
Anyway.
The Orcs who had gone berserk had their blood boiling.
They could not stop the Orcs, and the commander could not be bothered.
After all …
These were the Orcs!
The Orcs mustered all their strength and continuously shot heavy-duty arrows, stones, and cannons.
Just like that.
The battle lasted for two hours.
The army of one million players was completely annihilated.
Countless arrows, cannon shrapnel, and huge rocks littered the icy plains before everyone's eyes. The players were crestfallen, and they resurrected in the middle of the Commander Flag without any will to fight.
Hmm, the players had to think about how long it would take for them to wear their equipment …
Witnessing this scene.
An Epic Blackleaf Elf warrior came to William.
He was one of the deputy commanders of this battle, Haldir. He patted William's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Prince William, do you want to stop the attack?"
"No need. The chosen ones are here to die." William shook his head with a stern gaze. Like a tyrant, he waved the commander flag again. The players started the second wave of attack without any rest.
Haldir could only shake his head and leave.
He was a Blackleaf Elf. As the prince of the Blackleaf Elves, William had the responsibility and obligation to lead the battle in the City of Dawn.
But William was the Lord of the City of Dawn. He had accepted the mission of being the vanguard. Nobody could stop him from sending his subordinates to die.
Especially the most crucial thing was …
The death of one million players.
The Orcs not only felt the thrill of killing, but they also realized that their bodies had become stronger.
At the military fortress.
Many Orcs clenched their fists and shouted that killing the chosen ones would make them stronger.
The Orc commanders also realized this problem. They realized that their soldiers had become stronger after killing the chosen ones.
Even they themselves felt slightly stronger after killing the Heaven's Chosen One.
"Could it be that killing the chosen ones will allow us to devour their souls to strengthen ourselves?"
When they saw the second wave of the player army.
Many Orc commanders reported the situation.
Hence.
They made a great decision.
They would leave the fortress to fight!
Because the Orcs who were responsible for the cannons, heavy crossbows, and catapults were not very powerful.
If they could become stronger by killing the chosen ones.
Hence, after killing the chosen ones, they would send their close combat legions to deal with the unmotivated Orcs.
Hence.
After the second wave of the player army attacked.
The Orcs at the steel fortress launched an even fiercer barrage of cannons, catapults, and heavy crossbows.
Large numbers of players collapsed on the road.
Many Orcs did not even notice that some players had no weapons in their hands …
More than 300,000 members of the player army died. The players lazily carried the siege ladders and were about to climb the city walls.
The gates of these steel fortresses opened.
Forty to fifty thousand Orcs clad in black iron armor roared as they charged out.
The trap that the Orc commanders were worried about did not appear.
After all, the Orc army was like a flood of steel, crushing the densely packed player army like they were nothing more than dry weeds.
Many players could not kill an Orc even if they risked their lives.
Only when the Orcs charged too recklessly and were surrounded by more than ten players would there be casualties.
Countless people saw this scene.
They did not know what to say.
Were these the chosen ones?
Weaklings!
The weapons in their hands were shining brightly. Could it be that they couldn't cause damage to those Intermediate Orcs?
Death.
They died again and again.
The player army was like that.
Time and time again, they charged forward without fear of death …
The second wave of players was annihilated.
The Beastmen once again felt that they had become stronger, and the commanders also managed to snatch quite a few kills. They also discovered that their strength was real and permanent.
Hence.
The Orcs couldn't stop their bloodlust.
The player army was killed for the third time …
The fourth time …
He was escorted all the way until nightfall!
Until now.
The Orcs were no longer worried that the Dawn Mercenary Team would attack the fortress. Instead, they were worried that the Dawn Mercenary Team would not attack the fortress!
They were in a state of excitement. They shouted for the chosen ones to fight again …
Nowadays, the Beastmen didn't even eat or drink. They only held their weapons tightly in an attempt to steal a head and become stronger.
They even wished that the chosen ones would continue to kill them. It would be best if they could kill them until they reached the next realm.
When William saw this scene.
He knew that the players had succeeded in giving experience points.
His Royal Highness narrowed his eyes and muttered, "If there are no accidents, I will take down all ten military fortresses for you today."
"However, the Epic experts guarding these ten fortresses have to be dealt with by someone else." William sent a telepathic message to the Elves to borrow some Epic experts. They were responsible for holding the fort at critical moments.
Ever since the Elves knew that William had killed nearly four million players, they did not have any expectations. Many Elves who disliked William started to criticize him!
But it was necessary to have Epic experts to hold the fort. William could not reject them.
This meant that the City of Dawn was going to launch an all-out attack.
Hence.
The envoys were tired of the scene of people being killed and had all left. There were only ten Epic experts holding the fort.
William launched an all-out attack.
Except for the one million players who had just arrived!
The remaining 800,000 players who had not died even once were sent out by William.
But in the cold Arctic, it was normal to have a snowy night.
Mages from all sides were casting magic to block the enemy's vision.
No one realized that the one million players were changing their equipment.
At this moment.
The ten Epic Rankers seemed to have noticed the situation.
Oh.
These fellows had killed four waves of players, but they were not wearing any equipment. It was no wonder that they were so weak. There was something going on behind the scenes.
Eh?
Were the 800,000 new soldiers going to fight?
Hiss!
Why were the Dragon's blood warriors at the back of the chosen ones' army?
Wait a minute.
They could no longer differentiate between the chosen ones and the regular soldiers. They were all wearing the same clothes …
Gosh.
Cannons? There were more than 600 cannons?
You guys have a lot of private jobs.
Why didn't you use them in the past?
Ah.
It turned out that the chosen ones of the Dawn Mercenary Team knew military formations. They also knew that the formation should be more scattered.
That was right.
The distance between the players was more than a few meters. They would not be hit by the cannons, heavy arrows, and catapults.
As the army of players took on a different formation and displayed a different aura, the ten Epic-ranked big shots started to feel that this battle was getting interesting.
The Orcs saw that the players' formation had become more scattered.
The commanders started to complain. These fools were getting smarter. They should stop using cannons, heavy crossbows, and catapults …
The four waves of defense had depleted their reserves. They were waiting for the envoys to deliver the supplies.
There were many regular soldiers mixed in the player army.
The Orcs couldn't tell how many soldiers the City of Dawn had sent. Their scattered formations and large numbers of soldiers made it impossible for the Orcs to tell how many soldiers the City of Dawn had sent …
More importantly, there was one more point.
The Orcs were in a killing frenzy.
They had never come into contact with the players.
After killing four waves of players, they thought that the players were a bunch of pushovers.
In their hearts …
An ordinary Orc warrior could easily defeat hundreds of players!
What if they ran out of supplies for the cannons, heavy arrows, and catapults?
Of course, they would face them head-on.
Gosh!
It was time to kill the Orcs.
When the player army charged forward, they only encountered sparse arrows.
When they were less than 2,000 meters away from the military fortresses, 80,000 Orcs rushed out from the fortresses.
They wanted to destroy this group of chosen ones in one fell swoop …
However …
The situation was different …
Because when both sides clashed with each other …
It was not the players who were on the losing side.
It was the Orcs who were originally arrogant.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat!!!" The Orc commanders shouted crazily.
It was a pity.
It was too late.
Everything was too late …
The bloodthirsty Orcs did not believe that the chosen ones had become so powerful. They thought that it was an illusion!
An illusion!!!
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