Despite their towering stature and robust build, the trolls were not immune to the blasts.
Limbs severed and chaos ensuing as the negative magical attributes swiftly spread through their ranks, diminishing the morale of the enraged trolls.
By now, the sun hung high in the sky, and the battle had persisted for 5 to 6 hours.
Numerous trolls lay fallen, their crimson blood pooling along the path like stagnant water.
Just then, a resounding war horn echoed from afar, catching everyone offguard.
The war horn, after 5 to 6 hours of battle, another horn sounded.
At the bend of the mountain wall ahead, a welle equipped troll army was approaching in an orderly fashion.
These trolls bore a stark contrast to their predecessors, clad in armor and wielding unified massive cleavers.
Among them, one exceptionally robust troll drew the attention of all.
Fist of flesh cais orange tier three hero.
The chieftain of the trolls was indeed an orange hero.
Loose arrows.
Blackthornne bellowed once more.
A barrage of arrows descended upon the advancing troll army.
Despite the trolls formidable equipment, many fell as they advanced under the relentless reign of arrows.
The troll legion pressed forward rapidly.
At this moment, the effectiveness of the gunman in mid-range combat became evident.
Under Petty S command, the gunman continuously eliminated threatening targets.
The basic aim at a troll is akin to unleashing dozens of firearms simultaneously, instantly transforming the targeted troll into mere splinters.
Meanwhile, the orcs behind will present well-crafted ammunition to replace the spent firearms.
Petty then seeks out the next target, prompting the musket men to fire in unison.
This squad comprised of 10 orc sharpshooters selecting targets for the skeletal archers to engage rapidly directs their fire at the advancing bloodthroat legion below.
Attack reward Kais.
As the troll horde surged forward, their bodies colliding with the city walls, causing the ground to tremble violently.
All ranged units commenced their assault on the trolls assaulting the city while the magical defense towers unleashed arcs of black lightning.
Flying axes, war spears, arrows, and magical projectiles danced through the air above the mountain path, forming a vast canopy that enveloped the entire battlefield.
Clear the way, Kais bellowed.
As the trolls parted to create a path, Kais approached the city gate and gathering his strength, unleashed a powerful punch.
Boom! The force erupted, sending splinters of the reinforced wooden gate flying and creating a substantial breach.
The entire connected wall quakd violently in response.
Kais narrowed his eyes, channeled his energy again, and struck once more.
Boom! With a resounding crash, the city gate shattered.
A nearby troll charged, toppling the gate to the ground with a mighty collision.
The trolls erupted in a frenzy of cheers, crowding the fallen gate.
However, when all the trolls beheld the seemingly endless army of bones beyond the gate, their jubilant roars abruptly ceased, leaving only silence and shock.
What the hell is this? How can there be so many undead? They wondered, even if we exterminated every soul on this continent, we could not conjure such a vast skeletal army.
At that moment, sharp blades and red banners rose upon the city walls.
Advance! With a resounding roar, the skeletal legion surged forth like a tsunami unleashed, crashing upon the troll horde.
Chapter 205.
The ambush in the assault on the Frost Wind mountains on the other side within the skull crush camp.
The warlord thrall had not adhered to the strategy agreed upon with bloodthroat the previous night.
Even as noon approached, no offensive had commenced.
Orcs, known for their volatile nature, were not averse to contemplation despite their brutish demeanor.
The fiercer the battles raged on with the trolls, the more respit they enjoyed.
Once the trolls sustained substantial losses, and with ample forces at their disposal, the previous arrangements for the distribution of spoils would necessitate renegotiation.
Any word from the trolls? for all inquired.
3 hours ago, Bloodthroat sent a message inquiring about the battle's progress, but there has been no further communication since.
A warrior promptly replied, "It is time.
Relay the order for all legions to prepare for departure.
" "Yes, great wararchief.
" Just as the guard was about to convey the command, hurried footsteps echoed from outside.
An orc rushed in, exclaiming without waiting for thrralles inquiry, "War chief! Scouts have spotted undead forces advancing toward our camp.
Thrall's brow furrowed briefly before relaxing.
A derisive snort escaping his lips.
These skeletal fiends dared to emerge.
They truly were a mindless lot.
The bulk of the undead forces had undoubtedly been dispatched to the bloodied mountains to confront the trolls.
Should these bony entities remain holed up in their fortresses, a siege would require considerable effort.
Yet unexpectedly they had ventured forth.
How many of them are there? Thrall inquired nonchalantly.
The scouts estimate approximately two to 300,000.
Came the immediate response.
Thrall's brow furrowed once more.
Such numbers were alarming.
Had Bloodthroat also opted for subtrafuge.
Refraining from launching an attack this morning.
As Thr mentally cursed Bloodthroat's audacity, the sound of approaching footsteps resounded once again.
Three guards entered, kneeling on one knee.
Warchief, undead forces have been spotted to the left of the camp.
Reporting, Warchief, undead troops have been cited to the south.
Undead forces detected at the rear.
The three guards exchanged bewilder glances.
What was happening? They found themselves encircled by the undead.
Thrall's expression darkened.
How could the undead muster such a formidable army? The intelligence have been grossly inaccurate.
Let us venture forth and assess the situation.
Prepare all legions for battle for all commanded.
Seizing his mighty Warhammer and leading the way out of the tent.
Upon ascending the makeshift defensive wall, he beheld a sea of skeletal warriors.
Array in a formation resembling a swirling pattern.
Inching closer.
Prepare for battle.
What are you waiting for? Prepare for battle.
Thrral bellowed, his heart racing with dread.
Who are they truly contending with? And why were there so many undead? Chaos erupted within the orc encampment as warriors hastily returned to their quarters.
Meanwhile, Fireblade and Copperbull advanced swiftly.
A tower warrior approached, speaking in a low voice.
The Orc camp is mobilizing.
The flying cavalry has been deployed, seemingly aiming to circumvent the main forces and head toward the rear city.
As the fiery blade lifted, it beheld hundreds of orc flying units deafly maneuvering around the main force.
Heading towards the rear city, the skeletal giant bats soared forth to intercept all orc aerial units.
Determined that not a single one should escape alive.
With a thunderous cacophony, tens of thousands of skeletal giant bats ascended from the ranks, charging in mass towards the orc airborne forces.
These creatures, despite being the aggressors, expect us to seek them out, Jeang Bin remarked from his side.
This time he had been designated as a messenger by Fong Hao, tasked not with engaging in battle, but to observe the large-scale conflict and report the battlefield conditions in a timely manner.
Indeed, Fireblade acknowledged.
According to Shiau<unk>s intelligence, this morning, Shattered Skull would launch an offensive simultaneously with Bloodthroat.
Early on, Fireblade and Copperbull had prepared their defenses, awaiting the assault from Shattered Skull.
Yet, as hours passed, no sight of the enemy forces emerged.
Concerned that Shattered Skull might circumvent and strike the main city, Fireblade dispatched scouts to investigate.