Before the morning mist had fully dispersed, the bloody aftermath of Blackstone Canyon was crushed by the sound of even more oppressive iron hooves.
Alric led the fourteen thousand remaining troops of the Patton Army, like a steel torrent, rushing along the official road straight toward Ravenholt.
The sunlight pierced the clouds, scattering onto the silver-white armor of the Heavy Lion Knights, reflecting a blinding glare that complemented the Lion Crest Battle Flag fluttering behind them, pushing the majesty and killing intent of the entire army to its peak.
On the wilderness outside Ravenholt, Harry's remnants were already scattered and disorganized, and Gwynn's Cavalry only had slightly over three hundred men left, their armor shattered and their robes stained with blood.
When he saw Alric's massive army arrive, a complex light flashed in Gwynn's eyes. He endured his injuries, dismounted, and knelt on one knee, shouting loudly toward the rapidly approaching Alric: "Your subordinate Gwynn pays his respects to Your Highness the Prince!"
Alric pulled the reins, and the white horse beneath him let out a neigh. He coldly scanned the ground covered in corpses and blood, finally settling his gaze on Gwynn, and said in a deep voice, "Rise. Tell me the situation of the battle."
Gwynn stood up and hoarsely reported everything in detail: the occupation of Ravenholt, Harry's disastrous defeat from rashly attacking, his Cavalry being ambushed, and the greenskins' tight defenses.
When he mentioned that the greenskins had not only constructed three layers of defenses but also used townspeople to disrupt the Cavalry formation, and even set up tunnel ambushes in Blackstone Canyon, Alric's face grew increasingly dark, and the Lion Crest Longsword in his hand creaked as he clenched it.
"A bunch of trash!" Alric's roar shook the wilderness. "Harry was greedy for merit and advanced rashly, and you hesitated in deploying troops. If I hadn't prepared in advance, you would have ruined the entire foundation of Patton!"
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Pass on my order: Gwynn's remaining Cavalry forces are to be integrated into the Heavy Lion Warriors sequence, responsible for flank security! The rest of the army will deploy along the walls of Ravenholt in the order of Heavy Lion Knights, Heavy Lion Warriors, and Guards!"
Military orders were absolute, and the fourteen thousand strong army quickly mobilized.
The previously scattered battlefield was instantly replaced by an orderly military formation. The Heavy Lion Knights were arrayed at the front, their silver-white armor forming a seamless expanse under the sunlight.
The Heavy Lion Warriors, holding massive shields and Longswords, formed a solid assault echelon.
The ten thousand Guards were divided into several small teams. Five thousand of them were responsible for transporting siege equipment like Scaling Ladders and Battering Rams, while the other five thousand served as reserves, ready to enter the battle at any moment.
At 7:45 AM, Alric stood before the Central Military Tent, raising his Lion Crest Longsword high, and shouted, "Attack the city! Today, we shall certainly Breach Ravenholt and slaughter all the greenskin scum!"
"Breach the city! Kill the enemy!" The fourteen thousand Soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the ground slightly.
Five thousand Guards immediately pushed dozens of Scaling Ladders and rushed toward the walls of Ravenholt.
These Guards were all Professional Standing Troops from Prince Pattons Fiefdom. Well-trained and synchronized in their movements, they carried the Scaling Ladders and advanced quickly through the greenskins' rain of arrows, showing none of the panic displayed by the Conscripts Harry had brought.
On the walls of Ravenholt, Glen was standing at the highest point. He carried a massive, door-sized Battle Axe, and his Black Iron Heavy Armor was covered in blood. Behind him, over five thousand Orks had fierce eyes, holding Battle Axes and Long Spears, ready for battle, relying on the walls' defensive structures.
When he saw the human army beginning their attack, Glen let out a savage roar: "WAAAGH! The human scum are here to die! Snap out of it! Let them taste our power!"
The defensive structures on the city walls had long been reinforced by the greenskins, making them impregnable.
The Rolling Stone Troughs at the top of the wall were piled high with massive rocks, and the Fire Oil Jars were ready.
Although the Anti-Cavalry Ditches and Palisades outside the walls had been damaged in previous battles, they still posed a significant obstacle to the human advance.
The city gate was completely sealed off by boulders, leaving only a few Firing Ports for the hobgoblin Archers to shoot through.
"Loose arrows!" Following Glen's command, hundreds of hobgoblin Archers on the wall immediately released their bowstrings. Countless Poisoned Arrows shot out like black raindrops toward the advancing human Guards.
The arrows whistled through the air, striking the bodies of the Guards with a "thump, thump" sound.
Many Guards were hit, screaming as they fell to the ground, and their Scaling Ladders tipped over. But the remaining Guards did not retreat; they stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued charging toward the wall.
"Quick! Raise the Scaling Ladders!" A Guard Squad Leader shouted loudly. His arm had been pierced by an arrow, and blood flowed continuously from the wound, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, directing his Guards to set the Scaling Ladders against the wall.
Soon, dozens of Scaling Ladders were firmly secured against the wall, and the Guards climbed up like ants.
"Rolling stones! Fire oil! Release!" Glen roared again. The greenskins on the wall immediately pushed the boulders in the stone troughs. Countless massive stones rolled down from the top of the wall, smashing toward the Guards on the Scaling Ladders.
The boulders whistled as they fell, hitting the Scaling Ladders and shattering them. The Guards on them fell as well; some were directly crushed by the boulders, instantly turning into pulp, while others fell to the ground, their bones broken.
At the same time, the greenskins threw Fire Oil Jars down below the wall. The jars broke, and the oil spilled out. The greenskins then shot Fire Arrows to ignite the oil, and the area below the wall instantly became a sea of fire. Countless Guards were engulfed by the flames, letting out agonizing screams.
In the first siege attempt, the human army paid the price of nearly a thousand Guards, yet they were driven back by the greenskins before even touching the top of the wall.
Alric stood before the Central Military Tent, watching the Guards retreat in disarray, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water.
The Generals beside him dared not speak, afraid of provoking the enraged Prince.
"Trash! All of you are trash!" Alric roared. He violently drew his Lion Crest Longsword and cleaved the Flagpole next to him in half. "Pass on my order: the Heavy Lion Warriors will lead the second wave of attack! You must Breach the walls!"
"Understood, Your Highness the Prince!"
Five thousand Heavy Lion Warriors immediately mobilized. Holding massive shields, they formed a solid Shield Wall and charged toward the city wall.
The massive shields firmly protected their bodies. Most of the arrows shot by the greenskins were blocked by the shields, unable to inflict much damage.
Soon, they rushed to the foot of the wall and began climbing the Scaling Ladders.
The fighting strength of the Heavy Lion Warriors was far superior to that of ordinary Guards.
They wore thick Black Iron Heavy Armor, carried sharp Longswords, and climbed extremely quickly.
When they reached the middle of the Scaling Ladders, the greenskins on the wall immediately swung their Battle Axes down at them.
But the Heavy Lion Warriors used their massive shields to block the greenskins' attacks and counterattacked with their Longswords. Many greenskins were struck by the Longswords and screamed as they fell from the wall.
"Chop them! Don't let the human scum climb up!" Glen roared, swinging his massive Battle Axe down at a Heavy Lion Warrior who was climbing.
The Battle Axe struck the Heavy Lion Warrior's massive shield with a whistling sound.
With a "clang," a crack appeared in the massive shield, and the Heavy Lion Warrior was thrown off the Scaling Ladder by the immense force.
But more Heavy Lion Warriors continued to climb, their eyes flashing with determination, vowing to Breach the walls.
The fighting on the wall became increasingly fierce.
The greenskins and the Heavy Lion Warriors engaged in a desperate fight. The sounds of Battle Axes clashing against Longswords, the roars, and the screams of both sides intertwined, forming a bloody Battle Hymn.
Relying on their numerical advantage, the greenskins continuously pushed the Heavy Lion Warriors off the wall. But the Heavy Lion Warriors were equally fierce; all of them were Seasoned Veterans with powerful fighting strength, constantly slaughtering greenskins and advancing toward the top of the wall.
Ultimately, due to the greenskins' fierce resistance, the second wave of attack also ended in failure for the human army.
The Heavy Lion Warriors paid the price of nearly five hundred men, yet still failed to Breach the wall.
Alric watched the Heavy Lion Warriors retreat again, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
He knew that if this continued, his army would be completely wiped out, and Ravenholt would still remain unbroken.
But he had no choice.
Ravenholt was a crucial Stronghold for Prince Pattons Fiefdom. If occupied by the greenskins for long, it would pose a huge threat to the entire Prince Pattons Fiefdom.
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Pass on my order: the Heavy Lion Knights and Heavy Lion Warriors will jointly lead the third wave of attack! I will personally oversee the battle! We will not rest until Ravenholt is breached!"
"Understood, Your Highness the Prince!"
This time, the human army brought out their full strength.
Three thousand Heavy Lion Knights, riding Warhorses, charged to the foot of the wall, using the impact force of the Warhorses to ram the wall, attempting to shatter it.
Five thousand Heavy Lion Warriors once again formed a Shield Wall and climbed the Scaling Ladders.
Alric rode his Warhorse, personally supervising the battle. He waved his Lion Crest Longsword, continuously motivating the Soldiers to charge.
Glen, on the wall, watched the human army's frantic assault, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.
He knew that this time, the human army was truly fighting desperately.
He roared, directing the greenskins to resist fiercely.
Rolling stones, fire oil, and arrows continuously rained down from the wall, and the area below the wall once again became a sea of fire. But the human army still did not retreat; they stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued charging toward the wall.
The charge of the Heavy Lion Knights proved effective.
Under the impact of the Warhorses, cracks began to appear in the city wall.
Seeing this, the greenskins immediately organized personnel to block the cracks with large stones, but they still couldn't prevent the collapse of the wall.
Finally, under the frenzied ramming of the Heavy Lion Knights, a massive Breach appeared in the wall of Ravenholt.
"The wall is breached! Charge!" A Heavy Lion Warrior Squad Leader shouted loudly, being the first to rush through the Breach and into Ravenholt.
The rest of the Heavy Lion Warriors followed suit, pouring through the Breach into the town.
Seeing the wall breached, the greenskins on the wall immediately fell into chaos.
Glen roared, swinging his massive Battle Axe, trying to stop the human army's advance, but his strength alone could not withstand the charge of several thousand Heavy Lion Warriors.
Finally, after slaying dozens of Heavy Lion Warriors, Glen was forcibly dragged by several Personal Guards and ran deeper into the town.
With Glen's retreat, the greenskins' resistance instantly collapsed.
They all gave up resisting and began fleeing into the town.
The human army seized the opportunity to rush into Ravenholt and began pursuing and killing the greenskins.
Strangely, however, the greenskins inside the town seemed prepared. They did not linger in battle but fled toward the Town Hall in the center of the town.
Although the human army continuously slaughtered greenskins, a large number of greenskins still escaped the pursuit.
When Alric rode his Warhorse into Ravenholt, the town was already littered with corpses and blood.
The corpses of greenskins, human Soldiers, and Townspeople were piled up layer upon layer, and blood gathered into small streams flowing down the streets.
But what struck Alric as odd was that the greenskins inside the town seemed to have vanished. Except for a few who were slain, the rest of the greenskins were nowhere to be seen.
"Your Highness the Prince, come quickly and look!" The voice of a General came from the direction of the Town Hall.
Alric's heart stirred, and he immediately rode his Warhorse toward the Town Hall.
When he arrived in front of the Town Hall, the sight before him caused his pupils to shrink instantly.
On the ground in front of the Town Hall, there was a massive Black Hole, surrounded by scattered tools and dirt.
Clearly, the greenskins had escaped through this Black Hole.
Alric looked at the Black Hole, and a strong sense of unease instantly surged in his heart.
He suddenly realized that he had fallen for Shi Tou's scheme!
The greenskins had never intended to hold Ravenholt long-term. The reason they built such tight defenses and fiercely resisted the human army's attack was merely to stall for time, to buy time for their retreat.
Yet he, leading the Elite Army of Prince Pattons Fiefdom, had paid the price of nearly ten thousand men here, only to end up with an empty town.
"It's a scheme! This is a trap!" Alric's voice trembled slightly. He finally understood that Shi Tou's target was never Ravenholt.
Ravenholt was just the bait Shi Tou had thrown out, and he, like an idiot, had walked right into Shi Tou's trap.
He looked up toward the direction outside the town, his eyes filled with fear.
He didn't know what Shi Tou's next target was; even more, he didn't know what fate awaited his Prince Pattons Fiefdom.
The human Soldiers inside the town were still cheering for victory, believing they had breached Ravenholt, slain the greenskin leader, and achieved victory.
But they didn't know that a greater disaster was about to befall them.
Inside the Black Hole, it was pitch black, as if a lurking Behemoth was waiting to devour everything.
And Shi Tou and his Blackrock Tribe were escaping through this Black Hole toward an unknown direction.
Their target might be Blackrock City, the Capital of Prince Pattons Fiefdom, or perhaps other Strongholds.
Regardless, they had left Alric and his Prince Pattons Fiefdom with a massive Hidden Danger.
The sun gradually rose higher, shining on the streets of Ravenholt, yet it could not dispel the solemnity and sorrow of the place.
Alric stood before the Black Hole, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water.
He knew that this war had only just begun.
And he had already lost the first step.
Chapter 166: Besieging the City to Strike the Reinforcements (Part 1)
The moment the morning mist completely dissipated, the silhouette of Blackrock City loomed menacingly at the end of the plain.
The dark greenish-black city walls meandered for dozens of miles, standing seventy feet high. The lion-patterned flags atop the battlements flapped loudly in the morning breeze, and arrow towers stood like a forest, exuding the final majesty of the capital of Prince Pattons Fiefdom.
But that majesty was currently being gripped tightly by a more savage and violent aura.
Tens of thousands of greenskins, like a green tide, covered every inch of land outside Blackrock City, surrounding the majestic city so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through.
On the highest hillside outside the city, the war flag of the Blackrock Tribe fluttered in the wind. The giant axe and bared-teeth beast skull painted on the flag with dark red beast blood gleamed with a bloodthirsty luster under the morning light.
Kurzadh stood with his hands behind his back beneath the war flag, clad in black iron heavy armor inlaid with warpstone shards. The bloodstains on the armor had not yet dried, and his cloak flapped loudly in the wind.
His gaze swept across the dense Green Skin Army below his feet, then settled on the impregnable city in the distance, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Beside him stood the five core leaders of the Blackrock Tribe, each looking fierce and malevolent. The scent of blood on them was so thick it wouldn't dissipate, making them look like five gods of slaughter crawling out of hell.
The leader of the orc Big Guys, Bone Tree, stood on the far left. His tall, thin frame was like a piece of withered wood struck by lightning, and his dark green skin was covered in tribal war tattoos. His ghostly green eyes were terrifyingly sinister.
He held a giant axe as wide as a door, its notched blade still embedded with fragments of human Soldiers' bones. Last night during the rearguard action, it was he who led three hundred orc Big Guys to forcibly carve through the human pursuers' formation, allowing the main force to safely withdraw from Ravenholt.
Now, he stared at the gates of Blackrock City, his Adam's apple bobbing, his heavy breathing filled with battle intent.
Right next to Bone Tree was the hobgoblin leader, Scarface.
The scar on his face, running from forehead to chin, was currently glowing a menacing red. He fiddled with a modified hobgoblin Firearms, the barrel still stained with blood from Blackstone Canyon.
The frustration of the canyon ambush had left him fuming. Now, looking at the human figures moving on the city walls, his small, mung-bean-like eyes were filled with a predatory light.
From time to time, he poked the orc boyz beside him with the gun barrel, cursing and swearing as he urged them to check the siege engines.
Standing between the two was the hobgoblin Shaman and tribal grand steward, Gazlowe.
This name was practically a joke among the greenskins, but no one dared to actually mock him.
He had a short, stout build and bowlegs, but his head was a size larger than a normal hobgoblin's. Several colorful feathers were stuck in his hair, and his waist was hung with animal skin bags filled with strange powders.
He was the brain of the Tribe, and even Big Valley, the head of the hobgoblin Technicians, followed him.
The catapults, battering rams, hobgoblin Firearms, and even crazier contraptions were all tinkered together by Big Valley leading the orc boyz.
Currently, he was standing on tiptoe, staring at the walls of Blackrock City while clutching a crumpled animal skin blueprint. He muttered calculations under his breath, occasionally popping out a few Shamanic incantations that no one could understand.
The leader of the Night hobgoblins, Kes, stood beside Gazlowe. This fellow was wrapped entirely in black animal skins, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing in the shadows.
He was the commander of the Night hobgoblins. The Night hobgoblins under his command were all experts at stealth and night raids, and were especially skilled at climbing city walls.
Last night, when withdrawing through the tunnels of Ravenholt, it was he who led the Night hobgoblins to guard the rear and clear all traces, preventing Alric's pursuers from following.
Beside him, a Giant Arachnarok Spider lay crouched.
Now, he narrowed his eyes, scanning the blind spots of Blackrock City's walls, his fingers stroking the poisoned dagger at his waist. He was clearly already calculating how to lead the Night hobgoblins onto the city walls.
On the far right was the hobgoblin Squig Rider, Skarsnik.
He rode a massive Squig. The beast was covered in slime, its four short legs thick and powerful, and saliva dripped from its mouth as it occasionally made a strange 'hissing' sound.
Skarsnik's small, thin body was nestled in the animal skin saddle on the Squig's back. He brandished a beast-driving whip, followed by hundreds of Squig Riders.
These riders rode all sorts of Squigs—some spat acid, some were covered in sharp spikes. They were the most bizarre and troublesome combat force in the Tribe.
At this moment, Skarsnik was patting the Squig's head and cursing, clearly annoyed that the beast was moving too slowly.
"Boss," Bone Tree spoke first, his heavy voice making the surrounding air tremble, "Alric, that piece of trash, is still picking through trash in Ravenholt. Blackrock City is left with only the old, weak, and crippled. Let's just charge in and flip this crappy city over!"
"Charge?" Scarface sneered, shaking the firearm in his hand. "Is your head full of rocks? These walls are so high and thick, you gonna ram them with your head? My guns can pierce their armor, but they can't pierce city walls!"
"I have a way!" Gazlowe suddenly shrieked, slapping the animal skin blueprint with a 'smack'. "My 'City Crusher' has been modified. Load it with warpstone, and it'll smash a hole with every hit! And the 'doombringer'—the Suicide hobgoblins inside are all fed and ready. I guarantee they can blow a huge gap in the wall!"
Kurzadh raised his hand, stopping their argument. His gaze swept over the five leaders and then fell on the Green Skin Army below the hill. His voice was low yet extremely piercing, exploding like rolling thunder on the hillside: "We aren't charging!"
As soon as these words came out, the five leaders were stunned. Bone Tree frowned and was about to speak when Kurzadh's gaze forced him back.
"Alric took all the resources of Prince Pattons Fiefdom to Ravenholt. Blackrock City is an empty shell right now." Kurzadh's voice held a hint of craftiness. "We'll besiege it, wear it down, and when that trash Alric brings his remnants back, we'll give him a one-for-one swap!"
"One-for-one?" Gazlowe tilted his head, not understanding.
"That's right!" Kurzadh suddenly raised his voice, pointing at Blackrock City in the distance and then toward Ravenholt. "He occupies our Ravenholt, so we occupy his Blackrock City! If he wants to come back and save it, we'll besiege the city to strike his reinforcements! If he doesn't come back, we'll raze Blackrock City to the ground and slaughter every last human trash inside! That is my one-for-one!"
The moment these words were spoken, the five leaders understood instantly.
Bone Tree threw his head back and laughed wildly, his giant axe making a 'whoosh' sound as it cut through the air. Scarface grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellowish tusks, his grip on his gun turning white. Gazlowe hopped around, chanting Shamanic spells even more joyfully. A cold light flashed in Kes's eyes as the edge of his poisoned dagger gleamed brighter. Skarsnik patted the Squig's head, laughing like a madman.
"Good! A fine one-for-one!" Bone Tree roared. "We greenskins never take a loss!"
Kurzadh nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand toward the bottom of the hill.
In an instant, the Green Skin Army below the hill boiled over!
Tens of thousands of orc boyz howled, pushing various siege weapons as they closed in on the walls of Blackrock City.
These weapons were all in the greenskin style—crude, wild, yet exuding lethal killing power.
Dozens of 'City Crusher' catapults were pushed to the front line. These things were pieced together from thick logs, with tough beast tendons wrapped around the frames. The baskets were loaded with millstone-sized boulders, and Gazlowe had even stuffed some with warpstone shards, making them even more powerful.
Even more eye-catching were the ten 'hobgoblin Destroyers'.
These were Big Valley's masterpieces, with round bodies encased in iron plating, filled with gunpowder and scrap metal. Most absurdly, each doombringer was stuffed with over a dozen brainwashed Suicide hobgoblins.
These hobgoblins had fanatical eyes and shouted "WAAAGH," waiting only to be launched to the foot of the wall, where they would pull the explosives on themselves to perish along with the wall.
There were also hundreds of simple siege ladders, tied together with logs and vines, covered with howling orc boyz and Night hobgoblins.
Dozens of battering rams, made of massive logs with iron-plated tips, were pushed by dozens of orc boyz toward the city gates.
The Guards of Blackrock City on the walls were already scared witless by this display.
They looked at the overwhelming greenskins in the distance and those bizarrely shaped siege weapons. Their faces were pale, and the spears in their hands shook like sieves.
The Guards who had been running back and forth were now huddled behind the battlements, their eyes filled with terror.
"Fire arrows! Quick, fire arrows!" a guard captain shrieked at the top of his lungs, but his voice was full of trembling and lacked any confidence.
The Archers on the walls hurriedly drew their bows and fired, but the arrows didn't fly very far before landing in front of the Green Skin Army, failing to even make a splash.
The greenskins' charge was too fast, and their formation was loose; arrows simply couldn't cause effective damage to them.
"Launch the doombringers!" Gazlowe shrieked, waving his Shamanic staff.
The ten hobgoblin Destroyers were instantly ignited, their bodies making a "sizzling" sound.
Immediately after, those brainwashed Suicide hobgoblins let out fanatical roars and were violently hurled toward the walls of Blackrock City by the catapults!
"Look! What is that?" the Guards on the wall cried out.
Ten round, iron-plated things trailing long streaks of black smoke smashed toward the wall like meteors.
Before the Guards could react, a series of massive "booms" exploded!
The violent explosions shook the city walls, sending rubble flying and flames soaring into the sky.
The outer face of the wall was blasted with huge craters. Many Guards were thrown by the shockwaves, falling off the wall with screams and dying instantly.
Those Suicide hobgoblins, along with the gunpowder and scrap metal, blasted the wall full of holes. Amidst the thick smoke, the defensive formation on the wall instantly fell into chaos.
"Hahaha! Good blast!" Scarface laughed wildly, firing his gun repeatedly toward the wall. Although he didn't hit anything, he still shouted with excitement.
Kurzadh stood on the hillside, watching the flames and smoke on the wall and the panicked human Guards. The smile on his lips grew even more cruel.
He slowly drew the giant axe from his waist, its blade gleaming with a cold light in the morning sun.
He took a deep breath and suddenly raised his voice, using the characteristic crude tone of a greenskin to deliver a brief but fanatical speech to the tens of thousands of troops below:
"greenskin runts!"
"Look at that city!"
"Inside there's food! There's drink! There's gold and silver treasures! There's endless human trash to kill!"
"We are the Blackrock Tribe! We are the invincible greenskins!"
"The grudge of Ravenholt! The hatred of the Canyon! Today, under the walls of Blackrock City, we take it all back with interest!"
"WAAAGH——!"
Kurzadh's roar was like a spark, instantly igniting the bloodlust of the tens of thousands of greenskins!
"WAAAGH! WAAAGH! WAAAGH!"
The deafening roars instantly drowned out the screams and explosions from Blackrock City.
Tens of thousands of greenskins brandished their weapons and beat their chests, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, wishing they could charge up immediately and tear Blackrock City to pieces.
Bone Tree brandished his giant axe, howling as he prepared to charge down.
Scarface leveled his gun, aiming at the guard captain on the wall.
Gazlowe hopped around, directing the orc boyz to adjust the catapult angles. Kes led the Night hobgoblins, quietly circling to a blind spot of the wall to prepare for the climb. Skarsnik rode his Squig, leading his riders toward the city gates.
Kurzadh looked at the boiling army and the crumbling Blackrock City in the distance, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.
He suddenly raised his giant axe high, pointing the blade directly at the gates of Blackrock City, and with all his strength, let out a world-shaking roar:
"ATTACK——!!!"
This roar was like a charge horn.
The tens of thousands of greenskins below the hill instantly turned into a green tide, charging madly toward the walls of Blackrock City!
The boulders thrown by the catapults, carrying the sound of whistling wind, smashed into the walls.
The battering rams were pushed, slamming hard against the city gates.
orc boyz carried siege ladders, howling as they rushed to the base of the walls. Night hobgoblins climbed the blind spots like geckos, silent and swift. Squig Riders rode their mounts, spitting acid to corrode the foundation Kurzadh of the wall.
The Guards on the wall let out desperate screams. Their resistance appeared pale and powerless before the greenskin tide.
The lion-patterned flag of Blackrock City teetered amidst the smoke and flames, as if already seeing the fate of this majestic city being razed to the ground.
And Kurzadh on the hillside remained standing beneath the war flag, his cold gaze watching this mad siege battle.
He knew this was only the beginning.
When Alric brought his remnants back to Blackrock City, that was when the true bloody battle would begin.
And his one-for-one plan would reach its most tragic climax at that time.