Chapter 827 - Elegy of the Orcs
Chapter 827 Elegy of the Orcs
The journey had also allowed Greem and the others to truly witness the valiance of the orcs!
Whether it was the orc wolfriders that formed groups and came howling like wild beasts, or the lone orc warrior intent on ambushing stragglers from the witch forces, every one of their actions could not escape the eyes in the sky.
If it were just a solitary orc, a volley of Scalding Rays from the sky would be enough would turn them into skewered meat. If there were too many attacking orcs, the magical machine army would be able to rapidly spread out and fortify their position with a warning from the eyeball machines. They could then put up plenty of terrifying magic energy cannons. The Archers would flank either side of the chariots and bombard the orcs’ position with their rifles.
The wolfriders were courageous. They endured the rain of cannon fire and charged across the plains with their vicious wolf mounts, roaring and waving the gleaming blades in their hands around. Meanwhile, the orc warriors were naked from the waist up, lifting their wooden shields in front of themselves and waving their crude wooden sticks as they strode after the wolfriders.
The dense volley of cannon fire exploded in the grass, and the violent flame shockwaves ravaged outward, sending bits of grass, dirt, and dust flying everywhere. The wolfriders were mostly dressed in leather armor with a wolf helmet on their heads. Their defenses were so crude that it was hard to take them seriously.
Even slightly harder clumps of dirt would leave bruises on their bodies, let alone the magical flames. When the fire engulfed these wolfriders, they and their wolves would instantly be ignited. They could only roll on the ground and cry out in pain then.
With the eyeball machine in the sky pointing out their position, the orcs were exterminated from a distance before they even entered within range of vision. Some courageous fellow might occasionally charge out of the bushes despite the odds, but they would instantly be blown to bits by a magic energy blast to the face.
Sadly, their enemies were no ordinary opponents. They were a completely mechanized magical machine army!
The orcs holing up behind the walls were just where Greem wanted them.
With Greem’s orders, the three hundred and eighty-nine magical machines moved into formation a hundred meters outside the city gates. Twenty magic energy chariots arranged themselves in a row behind the magical machines. The ear-piercing sound of rumbling metal rang out, and four robotic arms appeared out of both sides of the chariots, pinning them firmly to the ground. Black cannon barrels then emerged from the tops of the chariots.
Magic energy cannons. Each was four to five times more powerful than the magical energy beams shot out from the rifles, with an offensive might of up to 170 to 210 points. That was already at the level of an all-out attack from a First Grade elementium adept.
More importantly, the attack range of the magic energy rifles was only thirty to three hundred meters, while the range of the magic energy cannon was as high as seven hundred meters. Consequently, Greem had never intended to have the magical machine army assault the city directly. Instead, he intended to have some artillery action with the intent of minimizing casualties.
Once the magic energy chariots switched to their long-ranged cannon forms, blinding clusters of red light started to gather inside their cannon barrels. Seven seconds later, the chariots trembled as the fire-magic energy bolts turned into massive fireballs and shot out of the barrels. They cut across the sky with a red streak, flying past the city wall and landing in the city.
Twenty magic energy chariots, twenty fire magic energy blasts; giant fireballs devoured the entirety of Makren City in an instant.
The Crimson adepts emerged from their chariots one by one and observed the city from behind the formation. They could only see clusters of large fires erupt all over the city, shaking the stone buildings and lighting up the sky.
The entire city was instantly plunged into a sea of fire!
The orc commander crouching on the city wall and peeking down from behind a parapet felt a chill run down his entire body. Even his heart felt the cold.
What was it that the witches had brought with them? How had they managed to shoot fireballs from such a great distance?
Just as he intended to give the order to attack, he regretfully realized that even the closest metal giant was a hundred meters away from the wall. The centaurs would have a tough time hitting the enemy from such a distance, even with their arm strength.
Even as the orc commander hesitated, an even more shocking and horrifying incident occurred.