Chapter 821 - Witherwater City
Chapter 821 Witherwater City
A pained and angered cry rang out on the battlefield. The orc shaman finally fell at the hands of Greem and Arms.
Several Shield Defenders that had prepared ahead of time strode forward and dragged the shaman’s scorched body and the dying roc to the backlines of the battlefield.
Greem and Arms did not hesitate at all. After some communication, they immediately rose and lunged at another isolated Third Grade centaur.
Meanwhile, Mary and Tigule’s Goblin Shredder were also secretly hunting surrounded Second Grade orcs in other corners of the battlefield.
In this situation where the witches had the absolute advantage, and the main forces of the orcs were being kept in the sky, there were no longer any powerful elites amongst the Second and Third Grades on the battlefield.
The adepts were also proficient with strange and unconventional spells. Paired with the adepts’ numerical advantage, orc powerhouses being surrounded and beaten was everywhere to be seen. As these orc elites were slowly dealt with, the already collapsing orc army finally fell apart.
However, now that the orcs were the weak ones and needed to fortify their city, this imperfection of theirs became exceedingly obvious and scary.
When the orc remnants finally arrived at the outskirts of Witherwater City, their sad state of affairs shocked all of the onlookers. Anyone who saw the survivors couldn’t help but gulp in nervousness.
Packs of ghouls had emerged from the undead tide and were swiftly catching up with the orc remnants on a dusty road just a kilometer away from Witherwater City.
The exhausted orcs could only choose to stay and defend, resisting the attacks of the undead army while desperately calling for help from the city.
A terrible disagreement broke out in Witherwater City at the sight of this!
These orc remnants were Witherwater forces, to begin with. Almost every orc warrior had relatives and friends awaiting their arrival inside the city. The defenders could no longer suppress their anxiety upon seeing their close ones enduring the attacks from terrifying undead just outside their city. Many of them rushed to the city gates, intent on opening them to save their loved ones.
The defenders on the city walls clashed with the emotional orcs, causing the morale of the garrison to drop.
The highest commander of the garrison was Dava. He knew what the situation was, but he knew what he needed to do as well.
If he refused to send troops to save these soldiers, then the heart of the people would be lost without a fight. However, if he were to send reinforcements, it would probably be what the undead tide approaching from the horizon was waiting for.
Dava hesitated, but in the end, he could only sigh and order for the gates to be opened. A troop of three thousand soldiers was sent to rescue the surrounded orc remnants.
This order was undoubtedly one of the reasons that resulted in the quick fall of Witherwater City!
The army sent out of the city was a mixed team. The main force was an army of two thousand minotaurs. These minotaurs were supported by three hundred wolfriders, six hundred centaurs, and a hundred harpies.
What greeted them outside the city were the ghoul army and wraith army that the Death Witches had specially prepared for this situation.
Over a thousand wraiths descended from the skies at the start of the battle. They cackled coldly while turning their bodies intangible and charging into the orc army.
Wraiths were a particular sort of being composed of the dead’s resentment and space substance. They didn’t have actual bodies and were immune to most physical damage. Their attacks didn’t possess any physical effects either. They could only use their chilling core of resentment to corrode their enemy’s souls.
Thus, their attacks all possessed tremendous soul-corrosion effects and could effectively drain the enemy of their Spirit, vitality, and soul energy!
There were far too few amongst the orcs who possessed elementium powers, and conventional weapons could hardly injure the wraiths. Consequently, the semi-translucent wraiths dove through the arrows of the centaurs and the spears of the harpies. The wraiths stormed to their sides and plunged their claws into the enemy’s body, frantically grabbing for something within.
The centaurs and minotaurs attacked by the wraiths could not hurt them no matter how they waved their wooden pillars and spears. Instead, they were the ones who were rapidly losing soul energy beneath the attacks of the wraiths. They lost their ability to think or fight. Their bodies froze, and they fell to the ground.
The appearance of the wraiths instantly introduced chaos into the orc army.
At this moment, the ghoul army arrived from every direction.
The minotaurs roared with bloodshot eyes and stomped the feet with their broad hoofs. The three-meter tall wooden pillars in their hands were waved about ferociously, smashing one ghoul after another to pieces.
However, these ghouls did not fear death.
They might be far inferior to the minotaur warriors in terms of Strength and Physique, but they possessed agility far above the enemy.
The ghouls weaved up and below, dodging the wooden pillars and occasionally tearing off a piece of meat from a minotaur or adding a new gouge to their muscular body.
The claws and fangs of the ghouls were covered in terrifying poison. Even if the minotaurs were still going strong after being attacked, their stamina and Strength was unavoidably starting to fall.