Chapter 822 - The Battle for the City
Chapter 822 The Battle for the City
Many orcs crouched on the city walls.
They looked on as their loved ones fought with the terrifying undead outside the city, and they watched as they failed to break free of the undead. This situation caused them to become increasingly worried and anxious.
The harpies were fighting with the wraiths in the sky.
The minotaurs, centaurs, and wolfriders were fighting with the ghouls on the ground.
From the looks of the situation, the orc warriors were living up to their ferocious name. They were splitting the ghouls in half like cabbage and turning the monsters into mincemeat.
However, the forces sent to reinforce the survivors of the war were kept four hundred meters away from each other. They could not gather together, no matter how they tried.
At this moment, conflict abruptly erupted within Witherwater City.
The orcs might be powerful, but their bodies were still ultimately made of flesh. Apart from dodging as well as they could, there was nothing they could do to defend against the volleys of Scalding Rays.
Dava, who was watching the battlefield from within a fortified bastion fort, punched the sturdy stone wall furiously. Crushed rock fell from the point of impact, where a massive crater had formed.
“These damned witches, where did they find so many metal golems. No, we can’t let the soldiers defend while under such concentrated fire. Go, tell the cyclopes that it’s their turn to fight.”
A messenger immediately ran out of the room.
A short moment later, a dozen cyclopes slowly ascended the city walls under the lead of another cyclops.
Their appearance immediately attracted the attention of the witches below.
Cyclopes that could throw boulders? It seemed that those were the only long-range forces of the orcs!
Greem couldn’t help but be anxious when he saw the cyclopes appear.
These three hundred Archers were his main force in this planar war. Greem would probably die of heartache if they were destroyed at the hands of these Second Grade cyclopes.
Thus, Greem grit his teeth and forced out a laugh. He lifted his hand and threw out two magical golem cores, summoning two five-meter-tall Flame Fiends. He roared and transformed into a giant Flame Fiend shrouded in flames.
The sudden appearance of three Flame Fiends caused all eyes on the battlefield to fall on Greem.
The two Flame Fiends of Terror followed Greem’s lead on his left and right. The three giants walked before the Archers and started summoning large-scale Scarlet Firestorms, Meteor Showers, and Doomsday Volcanoes at Witherwater City’s walls.
The offensive power of a Second Grade spell might be a limited threat to Third Grade creatures, but it was no less than an apocalypse for low and intermediate-grade orcs.
Several meteors crashed from the skies, causing devastating damage to the walls in the distance as the flame shockwaves blasted outward. Scarlet pillars of fire, ten meters in diameter, erupted all over the walls, devouring two to three dozen orc warriors every time they appeared.
These magical fires burned on the city walls. Those First Grade orc warriors were reduced to ashes in the blazing flames without the time to call for help. Even the Second Grade orcs could only rely on their strong bodies to escape from the flames. Even then, their bodies were charred here and there.
Moreover, these magical fires would not simply disappear. Instead, they continued to burn and even ignited the wooden siege machines on the city wall.
Witherwater City was immediately thrust into chaos!