In the darkness, the orcs rushed forward. The barbarian warriors who had been waiting for a long time waved their giant axes and charged forward.
"Raise your morale!"
"Group Petrifying Skin!"
"Group Haste!"
"Group Enchanted Weapon!"
"Owl's Sight!"
Rays of magic light rose from the North Town City's army. With the buff from the spells, the army's strength was doubled. In addition, the Owl's Insight was a weakened version of Weakness Insight, so the North Town City's army's lethality increased once again.
Their defense, speed, and strength were all strengthened. Even their weapons were strengthened. The battle was intense from the start. The orc warriors who were surrounded had no choice but to fight to the death.
"Roar!" The leader of the Orc warriors was one of the few elites in iron armor. After a roar to the sky, he rushed towards Su Lun while brandishing his heavy axe.
Su Lun didn't care about him at all. After all, anyone under the Legendary level was nothing more than an ant. With a sweep of the Violet Dragon Halberd, he was sent flying. Blood poured out of his mouth, mixed with chunks of his internal organs. His body was twisted into a strange position, and before he even landed on the ground, he was already dead.
Orcs could be said to be the strongest of the middle-sized humanoid races. Trolls and ogres belonged to the giant race. In this world, intelligent life still abided by the law that the bigger the body, the stronger the strength. Barbarians were already the largest humanoid race, but in front of the Orcs, they were still nothing.
But these seemingly weak Beastmen Barbarians easily overturned the Beastmen Warriors. On a large-scale battlefield, the clash of strength was common.
The orcs were the tyrants of the wilderness. They weren't weak. They didn't lack strength or bravery. They were born with the ability to survive with violence.
The most common orc warrior could easily take down three to five fully armed human soldiers with their bare hands. They could even take on the charge of a warhorse with no problem. Back then, the humans were able to defeat the Orcs not only because of their strategy, but also because of the help of the Elves.
Unfortunately, they had bitten off more than they could chew. The soldiers of Northern Citadel weren't weak. Moreover, their Strength, equipment, techniques, logistics, and willpower were superior in every aspect. Moreover, they had the support of the adepts as well. This slight advantage accumulated into an insurmountable gap.
Moreover, half of the orcs were still crossing the river. The fact that they didn't collapse while crossing the river was already a testament to their bravery. The current battle had turned into a fueling tactic. Perhaps there were miraculous spells in this world that could turn the situation around, but it obviously wouldn't be these orcs.
Su Lun led Boulder, Johnson, and a team of Barbarian Greataxe Berserkers to launch a Charge. These Barbarians went berserk and turned into killing machines. Whirlwind Slash didn't stop for even a moment. Army Spirit + Haste + Enchanted Weapons + Berserk + Whirlwind Slash + Owl's Sight, these Barbarians turned into windmills.
Their killing efficiency was so high that it left people speechless. Everywhere they passed, corpses were strewn everywhere.
In fact, the windmill of these barbarians was only a weaker version. The real windmill could only be used by legendary warriors. It required legendary endurance, legendary berserk, whirlwind slash, aura slash, weakness detection, advanced battle reflex, and legendary strength. Then, a mage would buff him with advanced haste, advanced enchanted weapons, advanced enemy prediction, advanced fox's grace, and other support skills. Once such a person appeared on the battlefield, he could turn the entire battlefield into a meat mill.
There was an ultimate version of the windmill skill. If one were to ask which class had the highest attack power among all the physical classes, the answer would undoubtedly be the Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint class was very special. They gave up all their armor and pursued the highest attack power. This made them the class with the lowest defense among all the physical classes, but at the same time, it gave them an attack power that other physical classes couldn't reach.
Only the Sword Saint could make the strongest attack of the physical classes. With a series of skills such as Bladestorm, Aura Slash, Weakness Detection, Cleave, Whirlwind Slash, advanced haste, and enemy prediction, the Sword Saint could burst out a powerful force in an instant.
It was said that in the era of the legendary Arcane Empire, those great arcanists drove the floating city and the Sword Saint to kill the gods, but this kind of thing had not been confirmed until now.
Suhlen casually pulled out a javelin, leaned back, and threw it toward the Orc crowd in front of him. At such a close distance, the Orc warrior didn't have any time to react. The javelin, which was more powerful than the arrows shot from the ballista, instantly disappeared into the crowd of Orcs.
The javelin penetrated the Orcs in a straight line, and blood splattered everywhere. All the Orcs in the path of the javelin were penetrated by the javelin, and a big bloody hole appeared on their bodies. Screams of pain could be heard endlessly.
"Charge!" The army of the Northern Battlefront City began to advance. Under the leadership of Suhlen, the human army advanced steadily. The Orcs also launched a counterattack, not to be outdone.
Both sides were trying their best to expand their lines of defense and kill each other with all their might. The Orcs surged forward like a tide, and the army of the Northern Battlefront City was like an indestructible reef in the sea. The tide splashed a lot of waves, and then it suddenly shattered.
The Orc warriors were surprised to find that the humans, who could only hide behind the solid city walls in their eyes, were actually so powerful. In this kind of close combat, the Orcs were the ones who suffered heavy casualties.
If that was all, then the Orcs could still hold on for a while. However, the arrows that came from the back of the Humans were like a storm. In a short period of time, the Longbowmen had already shot out 30 arrows. In this small area of the river bank, more than 20,000 arrows had completely covered the entire area.
With every step Suhlen took, he left behind countless broken limbs. The scarlet blood turned the river bank into a muddy pool. Facing the soldiers of the Northern Battlefront City, the Orcs were at a disadvantage. However, in front of Suhlen, every Orc was a match for him.
The Orcs on the river bank found it harder and harder to hold on. The Orcs on the river behind them sped up, trying to support them.
The night wind whistled.
Blood and slaughter. A thick smell of blood spread across the battlefield along with the wind. The battle had reached its climax. Soldiers from both sides were dying every second. Neither the Orcs nor the Northern Battlefront City soldiers showed any signs of backing down.
When enemies met on a narrow path, the courageous would win. In just a few minutes, the area where the two armies were fighting was covered with corpses. Dark red blood flowed into a small stream, flowing along the river bank into the river. The Whitewater River was dyed red.
The first row of elite longbowmen suffered heavy casualties. The second row of elite longbowmen took over. The Northern Battlefront City's longbowmen formation was still in good condition. If the second row of longbowmen suffered heavy casualties, the third row of longbowmen would take over. The archers at the back began to recover their strength.
Shooting thirty arrows in a short time created a rain of arrows that blotted out the sky. It also caused the archers to be temporarily exhausted.
This battle could be said to be the most difficult battle the Orcs had ever fought. In the past, when they fought with other tribes, those tribes didn't have much leather armor. They also didn't know how to coordinate with each other. Under the assault of the Orcs, their formations could be easily torn apart in a few charges.
Then, they relied on their strong physique and weapons to slaughter the tribes. Even the Centaurs, who had been fighting with them for years, were defeated when they got close to them. However, this group of humans was different from all the enemies they had faced before.
They had sturdy armor, shields, and sharp weapons. What made them even more uncomfortable was that every time they attacked, they would feel like they were being besieged by several humans.
Under the leadership of Suhlen, the Barbarian guards were invincible. The Orcs suffered heavy casualties. After speeding up the boat, the Orcs finally reached the shore. These Orcs didn't wait for the wooden raft to reach the shore. Instead, they directly came over to help. However, their arrival didn't help the Orcs turn the situation around.
Seeing all the Orcs rushing to the shore, Suhlen revealed a smile. He was worried that the battle here was too fierce and scared the Orcs away. In the end, he wasn't disappointed. The Orcs sped up and rushed to the shore.
"Since you're all here, then stay here!"
Suhlen smiled. He didn't let Christina and Hathaway do anything. He wanted to trap all the Orcs here and then make the final decision. At the same time, he didn't want to give the Orc army on the other side time to react. He wanted to kill all the Orcs that crossed the river to ambush the Orcs!
"Fireball!"
"Chain Lightning!"
"Exploding Flame!"
"Chain Fireball!"
"Pain Whip!"
"Ice Storm!"
Hathaway, Karina, and Chrissy were on a small hill behind Northguard City. They had prepared a long time ago and cast all the spells they were going to cast.
The narrow shore was filled with all kinds of elemental powers. Frost, lightning, and fire wreaked havoc in this area. The Orcs that had just rushed to the shore and hadn't made contact with the Northern City soldiers yet were drowned by the elemental powers.
The flames melted the steel and ignited the Beastmen's bodies. Lightning danced back and forth in the crowd of Beastmen. All of the Beastmen's bodies were charred black by the electricity. Pieces of ice blades suddenly appeared and spun rapidly. The sharp ice blades directly cut the Beastmen's bodies into countless terrifying wounds. As soon as blood flowed out, it was frozen into ice.
It wasn't just physical damage. These Orcs felt like their brains were being stirred with a red-hot iron. Blood flowed out of their nostrils like water pipes. Even their eyes and ears were bleeding.
In just a few breaths, the hundreds of Orcs that had rushed to the shore and the hundreds of Orcs before them were all wiped out.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
