Their broad feet trudged heavily into the mud and wetlands, and they crossed the woods, grass, roads, and streams, heading straight for the enemy camp outside the city.
The musketeers who were originally shooting at the soldiers in the city from the lintel had to turn their guns around and attack the group of orcs attacking from the rear.
But the orcs in the mountains were so numerous that they felt the sparse shooting was like a mosquito bite, causing no pain at all. They rushed into the enemy camp, shouting and chopping down the enemy with heavy axes, cutting the Black Rock soldiers in half.
Faced with these tall orcs that they had to look up to, and watching their teammates die tragically on the battlefield one by one, the Black Rock defenders under the city were horrified and terrified. Many new recruits fled directly, and the few veterans also retreated continuously, hoping to rely on the wells and city walls to resist the enemy's attacks.
The situation of the battle was instantly reversed at this moment.
“Damn it!”
The high-level mage standing on the well curb, supervising and assisting the battle, gritted his teeth and spat out these two words.
"Send a signal to let the soldiers in the city return to defend." Although he was very unwilling, he had to do so at this moment.
"Yes." A wizard apprentice stretched out his arm, and then a special magic missile rose into the sky. While flying, it made a long whistling sound, and then bloomed in the sky, exploding into wisps of crimson sparks that streaked across the night sky.
After seeing this signal, the Black Rock soldiers who were looting and killing indiscriminately in the city were very puzzled, and many of them began to complain.
"What the hell, what are these wizards thinking?" A soldier pulled the crying woman he had just caught, feeling resentful.
"Never mind, let's grab some first." Another soldier used the halberd in his hand to smash open the wooden boxes in the house, and then rummaged through the scattered things inside, looking for valuable items.
"I work for them with all my might, not to suffer myself, but to make a fortune." He muttered and then kicked over a dead Clansian soldier next to him and searched his body.
"They look good in armor, but how come they don't have any money on them?"
While the people in the city were still unaware of the situation, the battle outside the city became more and more intense.
Huge fireballs emerged from the sky, and then, under the control of the wizard, they smashed into the enemy formation below. At this point in the battle, they no longer cared about conserving magic power.
Unfortunately, among these orc troops spanning thousands of miles, most of those who could charge forward were elite soldiers. Several shamans waved their wooden staffs within the ranks, and the fireballs in the sky shattered, dissipating into scattered bursts of sparks that vanished into the air, leaving only a gust of hot wind blowing towards the orcs.
At the foot of the well, an orc chieftain holding a huge sword high shouted loudly and swung the broad sword in his hand heavily, bringing up gusts of strong wind and directly cutting off the supporting legs of several of the people, which were as thick as a man's arms.
This makeshift war machine slowly collapsed with a creaking and grinding sound, and the musketeers on it scattered from the night sky like dumplings, falling into the dark enemy formation below, and then were chopped into pieces by battle axes.
"No!" A wizard shouted in fear, preparing to fly up and escape from the battlefield, but was hit by several flying axes and rolled down the city wall with a bleeding head.
"No...don't come over here." A musketeer sat in a corner, holding his musket, staring at the barbaric orcs charging forward, terrified. But he was soon drowned by the black wave.
Just when the Black Rock soldiers in the city were unaware, groups of orc reinforcements entered the city. Led by their leaders, they rushed into the alleys and excitedly killed the Black Rock soldiers.
Compared with humans, orcs are much taller and more bloodthirsty and aggressive by nature. However, they have been trapped in the grasslands for hundreds of years and have been suppressing their bloodiness. However, this war greatly aroused their bloodiness.
Originally, many young orcs were slightly dissatisfied with joining Cransia, but now that the war has broken out, the voices of opposition have gradually disappeared.
Rather than quietly farming and grazing, they are more eager to win glory, dignity, and everything through fighting.
Under the cold moonlight, groups of orcs from the grassland used their brute force wantonly to defeat enemies armed with halberds and muskets, until there were no more Black Rock soldiers in sight.
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