Chapter 471: Battle of the Great Wall of Winter, Golden King Erhantar
The Great Wall of Winter.
The towering city walls that stretch across the dangerous Permafrost Mountains face the rift valley where the frost tide is howling, and the torches in the arrow stacks are constantly struggling in the cold wind.
The rolling darkness of the snowy night was filled with the smell of blood and charcoal. Gareth wiped the ice off his helmet and looked out from the battlement. Corpses filled the trenches, and it was like a purgatory-like meat grinder. Countless souls hovered over the battlefield.
Next to the frosted crossbow, the Night Watch Knight in black tungsten armor took off his nose helmet, revealing an exhausted face. He licked his chapped lips and exhaled dryly from his throat:
"Captain...have those beasts stopped?"
“Not sure.” The one-eyed knight stared at the orc tents in front of the rift through the snow and wind, and said hoarsely and lowly, “You still have to be alert at night. Use your spear to poke down the ladders when you see them... Don’t be stingy with kerosene and alchemical pots... Kill one at a time.”
The old soldier was leaning on a spear, his chain mail flank torn by the battle axe wrapped in thick bandages, the white cloth soaked with blood. He turned his face, which was as pale as a corpse, and looked at the stern-looking leader of the Winter Knights, and reluctantly said, "Leader...when will the reinforcements arrive?"
The whistling of the cold wind became more and more violent, making the city wall dead silent. Gareth had no idea when the reinforcements would arrive. Perhaps even seeing the sunrise tomorrow would be a luxury. But since he had taken over the spear from the Night Watch Knight, there was only one thing he could do.
"Wait." Gareth's one eye was cold and stern, "Wait until the dawn."
There was a sudden strange noise in the night. The teeth-grinding chewing sound pierced through the darkness, instantly making Gareth's hair stand on end.
A squad of wolf cavalry was breaking through the wind and snow and attacking the city wall. Gareth drew his bow and shot an arrow, which whistled through the wind and pierced the head of one of the orcs.
Bang! The orcs fell to the ground in the thick snow, and were instantly buried by the ice-covered snow. The frost wolves whimpered and fled into the wind and snow.
The rest of the cavalry remained indifferent. They threw out iron chains to hook their companions and several other bodies and dragged them back to the main camp.
"What do those beasts want with the body?"
"Burying a comrade... That's impossible... There is no such thing as comradeship in the orcs' dictionary..."
“Captain!” A scout wearing a wolfskin cloak climbed onto the battlement and knelt in front of Gareth. “The Everfrost Rune on the west side of the Neverwinter Wall seems to be starting to melt!”
Gareth's pupils suddenly contracted: "Are you sure? Did you really see it clearly?"
"The Everfrost Rune was carved into the Neverwinter Great Wall when it was first built. It can ensure that the Neverwinter Great Wall uses the True Ice as a medium to release the Everfrost Barrier, allowing the wind and snow to be used by our army."
The thin man dressed as a scribe stepped forward and said sternly, "This is a serious matter. We cannot afford to lose any information. How can we use the word 'seem'?"
The scout said quickly, "Because my team and I just found an orc in a cloak in the rune barrier. He seemed to be a warlock. He flew away as soon as we found him. We couldn't catch up with him... We didn't have time to check the rune status carefully. I came to report to you immediately!"
"Orc warlock?" The thin man muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changed, "Oh no, it's necromancy!"
The leader, Gareth, also reacted: "The corpse that the wolf rider dragged away just now was probably used as a medium for the necromancer to cast spells, intending to use the undead curse to erode the Everfrost Barrier!"
"This is the first time a necromancer has appeared in the past two months..." said the scribe, "We should strengthen our vigilance against the Everfrost Rune. Once the barrier is broken, the consequences will be disastrous!"
Gareth looked at the scout and ordered, "Pass on my military order, and dispatch the third team of mages guarding the city to station at Everfrost Rune. No one should be lost!"
"Yes, sir!"
The long night fell into silence again, but the faces of every defender on the city wall were covered with sorrow and sadness.
The pressure of defending the city is already severe, and now we have lost the powerful support of the third team of mages. The situation we will face in the future will be even more difficult...
"As I remember... Orcs are against warlocks and anything related to magic, but now, contrary to their usual practice, necromancers have appeared in the Orc tribe... It's really suspicious." Gareth turned his inquiring eyes to the thin man.
The scribe's eyes flickered. "Orcs worship violence and killing, and look down upon magic and spells. This tradition has existed since ancient times..."
"However, as far as I know, after the orc king Erhantar ascended the throne, he vigorously promoted the training of warlocks and even established the position of tribal high priest, which was held by a high-level warlock." The scribe said, "It's hard to say... Erhantar was not influenced by some external force and was aware of changing traditions."
Gareth narrowed his eye next to his eye patch and said, "You mean... the orcs invaded the Wall of Neverwinter. Besides Erhantar's will, is there another mastermind behind this?"
The scribe smiled bitterly: "Even if there is, it is already a game at the sanctuary level, far beyond the reach of ordinary people."
He turned his head to look at the snowy wind, and gently placed his hand on the Night Watch Knight's medal on his chest. With a firm look in his eyes, he said softly: "The only thing we can do... is probably to continue to hold on... That's all."
"There are always things in this world that only mortals can do." Gareth patted the scribe on the shoulder, "For example, miracles... For gods, everything is destined, but for mortals, just using their hands is enough to create miracles."
"I don't believe in miracles, Gareth." The scribe patted the medal on his chest, "But I believe in my fathers and grandfathers, standing on the land they have guarded for generations... The boiling blood they had when they fought against the orcs is also flowing in my body now."
Gareth pursed his lips and reached for the wine bag at his waist but found nothing.
At this moment, a rocket rose into the sky, accompanied by a sharp and piercing whistle.
"Enemy attack!!"
The sky was turning pale, and in the deepest darkness before dawn, two huge siege rhinos appeared in the rolling snow and fog outside the Great Wall.
The huge rhinoceros with copper walls and iron heads was covered with iron armor and carried a battering ram that was as heavy as a mountain. It was estimated to weigh tens of thousands of tons, and every step it took made the snowfield tremble.
The terrifying oppressive feeling of the war beasts loomed like a black cloud. The fully armed elite orcs cooperated with the siege rhinos, their eyes spitting out murderous light ready to devour anyone, shouting and killing to the sky, and rushing towards the Neverwinter Great Wall like a black tide! boom! The freezing rain, carrying ice debris, fell on the dangerous passes of the frozen mountains.
The war behemoth crossed the trench filled with corpses, and the towering and impenetrable frozen city gate also seemed precarious.
whoosh whoosh whoosh! Rain of arrows, kerosene, fighting spirit, missiles, one fierce attack after another cut through the wind and snow and fell into the orc army, but did not cause any waves. As the giant beast got closer and closer to the city gate, the hearts of the soldiers defending the city rose to their throats and their faces looked extremely solemn!
Bang! A figure burning with flames flew up from the city wall.
Gareth was wearing tungsten plate armor, holding an ice-forged sword in both hands, and roared as he slashed through the arc of light, tearing through the wind and snow, hitting the beast's back armor.
The giant beast stood still. Gareth rolled over and landed on its back, running wildly along the back that was as long as a bridge. The sword energy from the giant sword smashed the siege hammer into pieces. The head of the giant beast was reflected in its blood-red eyes, and it leaped high with a roar!
"I stand with the Knights of the Night's Watch!"
The sword skills burst out in an instant and exploded in the head of the siege rhinoceros, and the ancient howl echoed in the tragic battlefield.
boom! !
The earth shook and Gareth was almost thrown off his back. Another siege rhino crashed into the city gate, debris flew, ice mist filled the air, and the entire city wall was shaking!
Crack——
A terrifying cracking sound was heard, and cracks appeared on the Great Wall of Winter, which was known for its durability. The clerk broke out in a cold sweat, and only felt relieved when the cracks stopped spreading.
The Eternal Frost Barrier finally blocked the charge for the Great Wall of Neverwinter! The elite orcs used siege beasts as cover and arrived in front of the Great Wall. Iron ladders appeared like cracks in the wall, and their number continued to increase!
"kill!!"
"For the Night Watch, for the Kingdom of Northshire!"
“The light of glory is with me!”
Ladders were overturned one after another, and kerosene was poured out in barrels.
The orcs under the city wall howled in the sea of fire.
There were still large numbers of orcs climbing up to the top of the city walls, wielding axes and hammers and clashing with the knights defending the city.
Boom! The orcs had obvious advantages in physique and strength, and could easily knock down two or three human knights. However, the coordination of the Night Watch Knights was a hundred times better than that of the orcs. Compared with the orcs fighting alone, they were able to hold their ground with great difficulty.
Squeak! Hot blood splashed on the scribe's cotton armor and stained the medal on his chest red. The thin man tried to pull out the one-handed sword that was embedded in the orc's body, but found that the blade was stuck in the bones and could not move. He pushed the orc and the one-handed sword off the wall and picked up the mace that fell to the ground.
"Father, please protect me in Valhalla."
The scribe murmured softly, a huge shadow looming behind him. His eyes suddenly became stern, and he turned around with all his strength to swing the mace, but he was a beat too late, and the tall orc's battle axe split his abdomen.
Bang! The thin man fell to the ground. In his blurred consciousness, he seemed to see his ancestors and fathers surrounding him, chanting ancient and long songs.
"Father... I have returned victorious..."
boom! Siege Rhinos breach the gates of Neverwinter's Wall.
However, inside the broken city gate, there was an invisible barrier that blocked the orc army that was grinding its teeth and sucking blood.
At this time, an orc warlock wrapped in a wolfskin cloak flew into the sky, waving his staff. Groups of translucent frost ghosts gathered above the battlefield, emitting long, sharp howls.
"Damn it... these undead spirits are flying towards the direction of the Everfrost Rune!"
Gareth gritted his teeth, but was dragged down by the wave of elite orcs and could only watch as the Frost Ghost went to destroy the barrier.
In extreme rage, the aura around Gareth suddenly exploded, and the ice sword slashed out ice lotuses, causing terrible explosions around him.
The cold air was everywhere, and groups of orcs were frozen into ice sculptures, and then turned into powder with a snap! Thump thump thump! Gareth took two steps and suddenly jumped up, his body spinning continuously in the air.
clang! The sword blade cut along the thick thigh of the siege rhinoceros, leaving a hideous bloody mark, so deep that the bone was visible!
"roar--"
The siege rhinoceros let out a long howl of pain, and was forced to fall sideways on the snow, causing a strong vibration!
Seeing Gareth single-handedly slay the war beast, even the ferocious orc elites showed fear on their faces.
However.
The air suddenly became solemn and gloomy as if water could drip out of it. A strong smell of blood and sulfur came from the direction of the big tent.
Gareth's face was solemn. This feeling of oppression was a hundred times stronger than that of a siege rhinoceros! The orcs were all shocked and looked towards the camp with fanatical expressions on their faces.
Seeing this, Gareth couldn't help but take a deep breath and quietly clenched the hilt of the sword.
There is undoubtedly only one person who can make the orcs so awed, and that is the strongest person on the orc side in this war...
The Golden King, Erhantar! Boom, boom, boom!
The ice surface trembled under the feet of the Orc King and was evaporated into mist by the scorching heat.
Gareth's gaze moved from his feet that were sunk into the ice upwards, his pupils gradually contracted, and shadows were reflected on his face, revealing his shock.
I have never seen such a tall orc! Rather than the orc bloodline, Gareth would rather believe that the giant in front of him is a descendant of the Titans!
The orc king had skin as black as black iron with dark golden lines all over his skin. His pupils were indifferent and heartless, and he looked down at Gareth as if he was looking at a corpse.
Gareth swallowed uncontrollably.
The will of the strong has an inherent tendency to suppress the weak.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, Gareth discovered with horror that his hands and feet were shaking, and it was doubtful whether he could exert 30% of his strength!
Erhantar held a golden battle axe in his hand, the axe blade burning with molten golden flames. Around his neck hung a necklace of hideous dead heads, which looked eerie and terrifying.
Gareth's pupils suddenly contracted and his teeth chattered... He saw an incredibly familiar face in the human skull necklace!
Douglas, the dean of the Oslo National Arcane Academy and the most powerful court magician of the Kingdom of Northshire!
Douglas is a long-established six-ring master and one of the top three strongest men in the entire North. It is said that he hates evil and although he is old, he is still on the front line against evil.
Gareth's hands were shaking... He had met Douglas before, and had been excited to shake hands with the respected magician. The excitement at that time turned into fear at this moment, and a bone-deep chill exploded in Gareth's spine!
"You... killed Douglas?" Gareth asked with difficulty.
Erhantar was as tall as a city wall. He seemed not to hear Gareth's words. He walked straight past him and headed towards the Wall of Neverwinter.
Gareth was stunned and looked back in disbelief.
The back of the Orc King was revealed before him, but Gareth discovered in despair that he would not stand any chance of winning even if he drew his sword! The gap in strength between the two is like a chasm! clang! Gareth still drew his sword.
This sword was the best that Gareth could do.
The sharp sword force pierced through the snow curtain, and even the wind and snow in the sky were stopped. No one could block this sword, let alone turn their back to the attack!
The next moment, Gareth's eyes dimmed.
A giant hand appeared in front of him, crushed the sword light and strangled his throat.
Erhantal picked up Gareth as if he were a chicken, his eyes fell on the broken blade of Gareth's sword, and a hint of interest slowly revealed in his indifferent eyes.
Human beings...are the weakest among the major races.
It's hilarious that the weak have to fight... Erhantar's mouth twitched, and he used more force. Looking at Gareth who was struggling, he said in a low voice: "Douglas... I remember... a human wizard with a white beard."
"Before he died, he was still begging for mercy from me, saying that he was willing to be my servant." A sly glimmer flashed in Erhantar's eyes, and he smiled contemptuously, "It's a pity that I don't need such a weak servant."
Gareth also smiled with difficulty: "Such a cheap lie..."
Erhantar's eyes changed, but he was not angry. He said coldly:
"It's a pity that he is not from the Holy Domain. To this day, you humans have not sent out a Holy Domain to stop me... It's really unsatisfactory."
Bang! Erhantar threw Gareth aside and left him to die in the snow while coughing up blood.
"Only the Holy Land is a suitable sacrifice, worthy of being placed on the altar of my Lord... and I have waited for so long, but all that was delivered to my door was a bunch of defective products."
Erhantar's eyes were cunning, and he smiled coldly: "But... it doesn't matter anymore. When I flatten this place, I don't believe that the human sanctuary will remain indifferent!"
Gareth's body was ice-cold, life was draining from him bit by bit, and fear and despair were still tormenting his nerves like poison.
"What does the Orc King's words mean? '
'He wants to use the Sanctuary as a sacrifice? In other words, the reason he waited so long was to lure out the Holy Land? '
'What is the origin of the master he mentioned...The only existence with higher power and authority than the Holy Land is the True God! '
Thinking that it was the true God who was behind all this, Gareth suddenly lost all thoughts of resistance and could only smile bitterly.
How can a mortal compete with a true God? Gareth felt hopeless, and he shakily stood up, looking at Erhantar who was approaching the city gate step by step.
In front of this holy domain, the Eternal Frost Barrier, which is said to be eternal, is only as thin as a cicada's wing! Blood dyed the snow red. Amid the tinnitus caused by excessive blood loss, Gareth vaguely saw the heroic spirits of his comrades.
Ancestors, fathers, comrades, and heroic spirits stood in front of Erhantar, holding their weapons tightly, blocking the front line of their homeland.
An inexhaustible force inexplicably surged out of Gareth's body. He suddenly grabbed the broken sword in the snow, his vision blurred, and rushed towards Erhantal again!
Bang——
The body in the snow tripped Gareth to the ground.
Erhantar didn't even turn around, but said in a low voice: "It seems... there are not only cowards among humans..."
The orc king finally turned around and raised the golden battle axe in his hand. The axe blade reflected the frost on the snow.
"very good."
Erhantar raised his battle axe high and said, "I will let you die under my battle axe."
Gareth smiled with relief, and in the last moment before he lost consciousness, his dull eyes were suddenly illuminated by a bright golden light.
boom! !
A silver-haired figure was reflected in Gareth's contracted pupils.
He maintained his punching posture, with a few wisps of overheated smoke floating from the tip of his fist.
Bang--
Following the direction of the fist, Gareth saw a deep rift. The tall orc king fell at the end of the rift, with marks left on his back as if he had been hit by a cannonball, and white mist was rising.
Gareth was stunned for a moment, then looked up with a look of shock on his face.
"The Duke of Honeysuckle..."
Ye Zhi glanced at Gareth, nodded slightly, and immediately summoned the Snowy Owl.
"Leave it alive, I will interrogate it!"
Erhantar grimaced in pain and barely held up his body. When he heard the enemy's words, he laughed in anger.
Want to capture me alive? "Come and try if you're brave enough!" Erhantar's muscles swelled again, and he became as burly as a Titan, with a hideous face.
The key is to use Erhantal to lure out the real culprit behind the scenes...Ye Zhi was not in a hurry to use the Silver Oak Sword, but took out the Behemoth Blade instead.
The rain suddenly intensified and the wind and snow howled.
Erhantar looked up and witnessed the incredible sword light, and was stunned for a long while.
Ye Zhi raised the huge sword that shone brightly and pierced through the snow curtain, and said:
"I allow you to run thirty feet first."
(End of this chapter)
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