The siege continued in full swing. Although the enemy's golden forces had been successfully contained, the Orcish Transcendent Legion still outnumbered the human knights three to one. Earl White came back to support, but his wounds had not yet healed, and his ability to exert his full strength was greatly reduced. The situation on the city wall was precarious.
As the fortresses on both sides were taken, the orcs began to surge up the city walls like a mad tide, their ferocious faces and eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Undaunted, the human knights, blades in hand, fought desperately. The cries of death were deafening. Wave after wave of orc attacks were stubbornly repelled, but the knights gradually began to show signs of fatigue.
This brutal siege lasted from early morning until noon, with both sides locked in a stalemate. As the orcs struggled to take the city, Coulson's face darkened, anxiety and anger swirling within him.
He suddenly took out the communication crystal and yelled at the deputy legion commander on the other end: "Listen, don't keep any reserves, push them all forward! If we can't capture this city, I'm finished, and you can't live either!" After that, he waved his hand and sent the remaining orc troops into the battlefield without reservation.
The deputy commander on the other side didn't hesitate a moment and similarly mobilized his entire force. For a moment, the battlefield erupted in roars and a surge of orcs, launching a final, even more ferocious assault on the city walls.
With one breach successfully breached, a domino effect unfolded, with more breaches appearing one after another. Seeing the situation irreversible, Earl White decisively ordered the remaining knights to evacuate the walls. Meanwhile, the Earl hurriedly produced his communication crystal and asked Marquis Roderick, "Where are you now?"
Marquis Roderick's voice rang out from the communication crystal, tinged with anxiety and helplessness. "We're still in Frostridge. The orcs are desperately defending, holding us back. We have no time to send reinforcements. However, there is good news: reinforcements from the Kingdom have crossed Dragon's Teeth Pass and will soon reach Frostridge. Just hold on a little longer!"
Upon hearing this, the Earl's heart surged with joy. He then immediately ordered the knights to use their D-level magic megaphones to spread the news of the Kingdom's impending reinforcements. Though already exhausted, the knights within the city walls were perked up by this inspiring news, their spirits suddenly lifted, and the speed of their weapons seemed to increase even more.
Thus, time quietly passed into evening. By this time, the north gate wall had completely fallen, and the knights could only fight hard while slowly retreating, while at the same time arranging for all civilians in the north district to take shelter in the south district.
The nighttime fighting slackened slightly compared to the daytime. After a long day of fierce fighting, the orcs were equally exhausted. No matter how loudly the deputy commander shouted and how forcefully he gave orders, the orcs' offensive momentum gradually slowed. The fighting continued intermittently throughout the night, stretching until dawn.
By daybreak, the northern section had been completely occupied by the orcs, and the eastern wall had just fallen into enemy hands. Coulson was extremely dissatisfied with the speed of the attack, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
As early as yesterday afternoon, the golden orcs had returned. Both sides tacitly agreed not to attack easily and just restrained each other.
Coulson knew that he must not lose, but given the current situation, even if he really occupied the Sword of Promise City, he would not be able to hold it.
Coulson was thinking worriedly when suddenly, the communication crystal brought a message from the deputy commander of the Frostridge Land Legion: "Support from the human kingdom has arrived, and half of our legion is about to be wiped out. Take care, Commander." Coulson was shocked and tried to contact again, but found that the call could not be connected and the communication had been interrupted.
This news was like the straw that broke the camel's back. Coulson froze in his tracks, his soul drained from him. It took him a while to recover. He looked decades older, his face thick with exhaustion and despair.
After calming down for a moment, Coulson forced himself to gather his spirits, picked up the communication crystal, and sent a message to the North District's legion commander: "Immediately evacuate the Sword of the Covenant, abandon Frost Zero Pass, and return to the Orc Kingdom."
The legion commander received the order, his face full of confusion, and quickly replied, "Commander, why is this happening? We've put in so much effort and were on the verge of taking the Sword of the Lost Sword, why are you suddenly retreating?"
Coulson sighed deeply and informed the Legion Commander of the tragic news from Frostridge. A long silence fell on the other end. After a long moment, the Legion Commander replied, "I obey your orders. But, Commander, how are you going to get back?"
"You don't need to worry about this. Your current task is to bring the Legion back to Frost Zero Plains safely, meet me there, and then evacuate Frost Zero Plains together." After Coulson finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the Legion Commander's questions and ended the communication.
Immediately afterwards, Coulson summoned the commander of the Fury Legion and gave him the same order: "Withdraw from the Sword Oath City and head to the Fallen Autumn Mountains."
Soon, long, dull horn calls echoed across the battlefield. The orcs, who had been attacking, heard the horns and began to retreat slowly and orderly, as if receiving a unified command.
On the Earl's side, the communication crystal lit up at the right moment, relaying news from Marquis Rodrick. It turned out that the Kingdom's reinforcements had successfully crossed the Frost Ridge and, with unstoppable force, had defeated the orcish troops stationed there.
They were now rapidly approaching the Sword of the Lost Sword. The Earl suddenly realized why the orcs had been attacking like a surging tide just now, but were now suddenly retreating.
The urge to pursue them ignited within him, but turning his head to look at the wounded and exhausted knights, the impulse was instantly suppressed by reason. These knights had endured a long and brutal battle to defend the city, and their bodies and spirits were stretched to their limits. They simply could not bear the burden of pursuit.
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