Chapter 828 - The Fall of Makren City
Chapter 828 The Fall of Makren City
Under the orders of a strange five-meter metal giant, all the magic energy chariots slowly adjusted their cannon fire and targeted the centaur forces on the wall, along with all the parapets and bastions.
“Hurry and dodge!”
The orc commander had to shout at full volume to be heard, but his voice was still drowned out by the deafening cannon fire.
The entire four hundred meter stretch of the wall was engulfed in exploding fireballs.
The limbs and organs of countless centaurs and orcs flew into the air. One after another, the watchtowers and bastions crumbled in flashes of fire, the terrified screams of orcs coming from within.
“Attack…attack! All-out attack!”
The orc commander shouted out his last order with a hoarse and cracking voice as he witnessed the apocalyptic sight before him. His towering body was then blown to pieces in an exploding blast of flame.
If they ran into orcs that continued to resist by hiding behind tough watchtowers, the magical machines only needed to call for another round of bombardment from the magic energy cannons. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. It was completely silent once again!
Nearly a hundred magical machines raised their rifles and arrived at the small Beast God temple. The last remaining two thousand orcs and centaurs of Makren City had fortified themselves here. They formed a human wall with their bodies and faced off against the magical machines in a sad and desperate last stand.
After two hours of constant rifle and cannon fire, there was no longer an unharmed orc and centaur among them. Even the Third Grade orc berserker was covered in blood. The animal hide on his body had been scorched black by the flames. The Second Grade orcs around him also carried various wounds, blood streaming down their faces and their limbs.
At this moment, the orc berserker was standing at the very front of the formation. He carried two giant double-edge war axes on his back while holding a large and rough tribal flag in his hand.
There was no wind in the city, but the flag had wholly unfolded. It showed the image of an orc raising a warhammer and shouting toward the sky.
Greem slowly stepped onto the battlefield with his many Crimson adepts. They stood a hundred meters away and coldly faced off against these orc remnants. The orcs’ eyes were bloodshot, and they stared at each and every adept with eyes of immense hatred.
The Warhammer Tribe based in Makren City was done for!
They had lost their city, their territory, their people, and their warriors. Soon, they would lose the only faith of the orcs that now stood behind them– the Beast God temple.
“Adepts, why do you attack our cities, slaughter our people, and raze our temples? Why?” Perhaps knowing that they were facing a dead end, the orc berserker’s voice was hoarse and filled with sorrow.
“There is no why. The reasons might be many, but I have no need to explain them to you. You and I are only chess pieces with no true agency. Your responsibility is to defend this city, while mine is to destroy this plane. As for a reason? Who really cares about that?” Greem replied coldly.
The orc warrior knew he would not get the answer he wanted from Greem’s mouth. Thus, he waved the flag in his hand and planted the thick post into the ground. He reached behind his back and grabbed his axes before roaring and charging at Greem.
The orc berserker let out an intimidating battlecry as he rushed forward. His originally two-meter-tall body once again swelled in size and became even more muscular. His black feet let out a great sound every time they stepped against the ground. From a distance, it sounded like thundering war drums.
Pupupu!
A series of Scalding Rays hit the orc berserker’s body like burning metal rods. The orc berserker only lifted his axe and protected his face against the attacks. He then jumped forward, allowing the Scalding Rays to crash against his body.
The Scalding Rays that could pierce through walls only left small red dots on the orc berserker’s black body; they could not pierce through his tough skin.
A wicked smile appeared on the berserker’s face. A faint light shone across his axe as he slashed forward quickly. The axe was only two meters long and could not reach the magical machines which were two to three dozen meters away. Yet, as the light left the weapon, a half-meter long ripple instantly passed through the bodies of five Archers.
The magical machines stopped firing, and metal parts and pieces exploded like fireworks.