He would ensure that death did not come easily.
subjecting him to prolonged agony before ultimately reducing him to mere morsels for the wolves.
As the troops swiftly approached the enemy territory, they beheld the skeletal army arranged beneath the walls.
The gleaming white skeletons dawned armor and wielded weapons and shields numbering around 100 0.
Prepare for the assault.
Kent chuckled at the enemy's folly, issuing a loud command.
On the walls, Fong Hao gazed down at the Orc army, his expression grave.
Despite having made comprehensive preparations and calculating countless scenarios, anxiety, tension, and a myriad of emotions surged within him as the imminent battle loomed, he watched the countdown on the Lordes book, anticipating the enemy's first move.
As the timer reached zero, the system message echoed once more.
The novice protection period has officially ended.
Good luck to all.
The protective barrier above the territory shattered like a deflating balloon, dissipating gradually.
In the distance, the Orc legion sounded the horn of attack with a thunderous blast.
The horn reverberated, igniting a frenzy among the orcs.
They roared with ferocity and charged forth into battle.
There no particularly special tactics at play.
All the troops advanced together, albeit at varying speeds, resulting in a disparity.
Leading the charge are the wolf riders, aiming to leverage their swift mobility for an initial assault.
The crossbowmen are poised to engage.
Funhao issued the command on the city walls.
He had stationed a thousand crossbowmen armed with light crossbows.
Upon receiving his order, they raised their weapons and unleashed a barrage of bolts of the swiftly approaching wolf riders.
The sudden downpour of arrows caught the riders offg guard, causing their formation to disintegrate as they widened their gaps.
yet continued to surge forward.
Fong Hao observed the cavalry's transformation from a top the walls.
Ear he called softly.
Ear clad in leather armor bore a visage filled with dread.
Master, please take care of my body.
Do not let me stumble or fall.
Fongo sank directly to the ground.
Uh before I could comprehend, Fonggha<unk>s body slumped backward.
She swiftly caught him bewildered below the city.
Divine target, skeleton spearman.
Compatibility 75.
The spearman stepped forward, ready to confront the enemy.
Fongghao commanded loudly.
All spearmen, step forward two paces and aim your lances at the swiftly approaching wolf riders.
Chapter 46.
Kent the fireblade, the mounted wolf riders.
Initially intent on a swift charge, abruptly reigned in their steeds upon encountering a formidable array of spears poised to pierce their advance.
To rush forward would be akin to hastening headlong into a razor's edge, an act tantamount to self-destruction.
Yet scarcely had they halted when a fresh deluge of arrows rained down, inflicting wounds upon numerous riders in their mouths, eliciting anguished cries.
The setbacks faced by the cavalry did not deter the advancing horde of orish warriors whose dark ranks surged forward, roaring in fervor.
As the orish spearthrowers closed to within 400 m, they ground to a halt, retrieving short spears from their backs and launching them towards the skeletal ranks.
Having commanded the positioning of the skeletal spearman below, Fong How disengaged from his divine present state.
Rising from Eer's embrace to survey the movements of the Orish forces below.
Before Eer could utter a word, he felt his strength Wayne and collapsed once more.
Divine target skeleton giant bat compatibility 45.
30,000 skeletal giant bats lay concealed within the forest embrace.
When these 30,000 bats emerged, darkening the battlefield like a tempest, their immense shadows swiftly loomed above.
Then with wings folded, the colossal bats dove down upon the Orcish spearthrowers, crashing into their ranks like cannonballs, unleashing chaos.
Nearby orc warriors hastened to provide aid.
Yet the agility of the skeletal bats surpassed that of the cavalry.
After one brutal assault, they soared back into the skies, leaving little time for retaliation.
This fellow has set ambushes.
Beware of these skeletal bats.
Accelerate the offensive.
Chief Kent bellowed, urging his warriors to intensify their assault.
The orcs plunged into an even more frenzied charge.
Fongghao regained consciousness.
Momentarily, disregarding the tender warmth of Ear's form.
He cast his gaze a new upon the overarching battle below.
It bore a striking resemblance to the real-time strategy games he once played on a computer, albeit with the arduous task of repeatedly invoking divine presence.
Far less convenient than a mere click of the mouse.
At this juncture, the Orish forces had encroached to within 300 m of the city walls.
"It is time to draw the net," Fonhow declared before succumbing once again.
Eer cradled him in her arms, her anxious eyes fixed upon the unfolding conflict below.
The orish roars of fury reverberated, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.
Just yesterday, she had felt fortunate to be sold to a commendable master, one who provided ample sustenance and a comfortable abode.
Yet today, she faced the onslaught of the orcs, understanding the savagery and combat style of the orcs, she feared for the city's ability to withstand the impending assault.
As sorrow for her new master surged within her, the tide of battle suddenly shifted.
From the orcs ranks, a multitude of skeletal legions emerged from the rear and flanks.
The skeletal army formed an orderly front with spearmen and soldiers interspersed, initiating a rapid encirclement.
The relentless assault of the skeletal giant bats continued as orc soldiers were seized and dragged into the air, only to be torn to shreds by a horde of these undead creatures.
The overwhelming presence of the undead sent the once boisterous orcs into disarray, their morale plummeting rapidly.
The ferocious and combative orc legion began to suffer significant casualties upon encountering the relentless undead army, their numbers dwindling swiftly.
Chief Kent stood a top his wolf chariot.
His expression unusually grim.
The number of adversaries was exponentially greater than the intelligence reports had suggested.
This tiff fortat approach could potentially deplete all his warriors.
Grasping the reigns of the wolf chariot, he called out loudly, "Everyone gather around me.
" Clad in iron armor and wielding a long blade.
Each swing he executed unleashed arcs of crimson flames, dispatching numerous skeletal soldiers.
At this moment, Funghao also took notice of Kent.
From his vantage point at top the city wall, the chariot in the surrounding area cleared to foes were too conspicuous to ignore.
Fireblade Kent blue tier three hero, so he was Fireblade, a tier three hero.
In the orc market, Fongo had encountered his first heroic orc, the Taran chieftain.
Copper Bull Tarok.
To his surprise, the chieftain of the Fireblade tribe was also a hero, albeit of a slightly lower tier than Taro.
Nevertheless, he exhibited combat prowess that far surpassed that of ordinary soldiers.
With a resounding crash, Kent maneuvered the Wolf chariot through the skeletal ranks, trampling and scattering them.
Breaking through their blockade, he charged straight to the city gates, raising his battleblade and unleashed a powerful strike.
The crimson blades essence cleaved through the air, striking the city gate with tremendous force.
Boom! The entire city wall trembled and the gate bore a massive crack.
Such an assault would not allow the wooden gate of tier 4 to withstand for long.
As the orc hero prepared to unleash another strike, Fonga's expression darkened.
He had to delay the destruction of the gate.
The skeletal army had gained the upper hand, and the annihilation of the orc legion was merely a question of time.
He needed to stall the orc hero long enough for the skeletal forces to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
Concealed behind the wall, Fongghao peered through a gap to observe his opponent.