Chapter 90 Chapter 91 Blood Battle at the City Walls
With a deafening Waaaaagh, all the orcs were filled with hot blood, and their muscles seemed to swell inexplicably.
Jima covered her ears with both hands, her tail raised, and gave a strong flick towards the warboss.
Suddenly, greed filled the warboss’s chest, and magnificent visions of what would happen after breaching the city filled his mind—crushing shrimp, burning stone houses, and looting shrimp-like objects.
Excited and uncontrollable, he swung his enormous double-handed axe without waiting for the siege tower to reach the wall, smashing the makeshift obstacles atop the city walls. Clay and wooden splinters flew in all directions.
The infantry stationed at this section of the wall were thrown into disarray, terrified to the core, and hastily scattered.
With a large stride, the warboss jumped directly from the surrounding orc bodyguards onto the now-empty city wall, raising his double-handed axe and cleaving downwards at a spearman who hadn’t had time to run away.
This poor spearman was so frightened that his eyes nearly popped out, unable to steady his grip on the long spear.
George immediately charged in, transforming into a streak of light as he weaved through the panicked crowd, rushing past the warboss while shouting, “Beast! Face me!”
Once finished, he transformed back to human form, turned around, and with his dual swords glowing with white light, he brought them down in a righteous and fair strike towards the warboss’s back.
In the final moment, the warboss’s battle instinct saved his life as he suddenly pulled back his axe, aiming a backward sweep.
But George’s Holy Slash was quicker; he accurately struck the cracks in the warboss’s armor, the blade cutting into his back and leaving a deep wound.
The warboss let out a painful roar, but as if nothing had happened, he swung his axe wildly backward.
George, caught off guard, withdrew his sword and blocked to the left.
“Bang!”
Though he managed to block the axe, he was still caught up by the immense force and slammed against the crenelation.
The wooden planks from the siege tower crashed down, and orc brutes, who were a head taller than George, began jumping onto the city wall.
One massive orc raised his cleaver and axe, viciously aiming at George’s head, roaring:
“I’ll crush you!”
With a swing of his sword, George severed the axe and cleaved off the brute’s head, leaving behind an expression of rage on the severed head.
He wanted to seize the moment to kill the warboss; the Charge of Light could not be used again in such a short time. George kicked off the ground and charged towards the warboss.
An orc brute blocked his path, and with such close proximity, the massive sword was not effective for killing. The brute swung his axe down at George’s head.
George sidestepped, deflecting the axe with his thick shoulder armor, causing sparks to fly. He grabbed the lower half of the sword blade and used the giant sword like a spear, stabbing it into the brute’s head and smashing its face.
The warboss, wielding his huge axe with pressure, immediately swung it down towards George, so fast that George had no time to withdraw his sword.
He turned his head, and the axe ruthlessly crashed onto his shoulder.
The sound of deformation echoed from the shoulder armor as the immense force compressed the padded armor inside and pressed against his bones. In that moment, George felt his bone bend, and he could only feel his right shoulder going numb.
The warboss grinned, “Iron shrimp, still dare to fight me—”
Before he finished speaking, George only stiffened momentarily, lifting his right hand to grasp the giant axe and pressing down hard.
“Iron shrimp! Compete with me in strength?!”
The warboss’s arms swelled with muscle as he raised the giant axe, lifting George along with his heavy armor. He let go and forcefully kicked off the axe. The giant axe sank down into the ground.
George jumped towards the warboss’s chest and head, reversing his grip on the sword. He held the upper half of the blade with both hands, sweeping towards the warboss’s head. The weighted end of the sword crashed down on the side of the warboss’s helmet.
The warboss’s face contorted; his steel jaw deformed, spinning through the air and flying off into the distance, along with a third of his bloody teeth.
George collided with the warboss, finding nowhere to brace himself. The warboss let out an angry roar: “Wow!!!”
He reached out and swatted George to the ground. George felt a numbness in his back—it was another brute who had smashed him with an axe. He toppled over the brute and quickly got up. The orc dropped his axe and cleaver, reaching for George’s calf with his thick hands.
George stomped down hard on the brute’s head with his foot.
“Crack!”
The brute’s two massive hands fell to the ground.
George caught the giant sword that was falling from the sky with his left hand. Taking advantage of this rare respite, he noticed that the blade was mostly stained with blood.
Despite the deep wound from the first strike, he didn’t expect a single “Holy Slash” to bring the warboss down, but it seemed like he was unaffected, as it had no impact on his fighting capability.
Several orc brutes occupied this stretch of the wall, surrounding George.
The warboss pulled out his axe, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said, “Iron shrimp! Puny, puny! Attacking me from behind! Come at me, boys!”
The orc brutes charged at him. George healed his right shoulder wound, hacked left and right, taking the lives of two brutes while observing his surroundings. There weren’t many brutes climbing up yet; he still had a chance. As long as he could kill the warboss—
The warboss turned his head and jumped directly off the city wall, declaring mid-jump, “I think this iron shrimp is no ordinary shrimp!”
George quickly followed, forcefully smashing an orc brute’s face against the crenelation, leaving a dent. Looking down, he saw the warboss below, amidst a large group of orc brutes, shouting at George:
“Iron shrimp, come down if you dare!”
George suppressed the impulse to raise his middle finger; with an elbow strike, he knocked down the brute behind him. Jumping onto the siege tower, he blocked on the wooden planks, swinging left and right, his sword rising and falling as the bodies of orc brutes fell, one by one, from the planks.
The goblins hanging from the siege tower screeched in panic.
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At the top of the tower.
Jima was currently facing off against a goblin.
She had loaded her hand crossbow for the fourth time and, holding it, emerged from behind the crenelation, only to see below a goblin archer grinning and letting go of the bowstring, shooting an arrow towards Jima.
Jima sidestepped, ducking back behind the crenelation, then re-emerged and pulled the trigger. The short bolt struck the goblin squarely in its red eye instead of flying past its head.
“I’m really accurate.”
Jima was pleased with herself, looking left and right to observe the situation.
First, she glanced towards George’s direction, slightly disappointed that she did not see the warboss’s body. This was expected; although she had aroused the warboss’s greed and created an opportunity, without courageous warriors to assist, George couldn’t handle the warboss alone amidst the sea of enemies.
Green-skinned orcs were incredibly resilient, making them hard to kill.
George stood atop the siege tower, killing with abandon. But he was alone and could only defend one siege tower.
There were still two siege towers left.
At this moment, a thick plume of black smoke rolled up into the sky at the front of the city walls.
Jima tightened her hood and looked towards where the black smoke emerged. She saw Jenna charging into the scorched siege tower, surrounded by a group of brave guards. She threw a sphere of light into the tower, which began to sear the tower’s structure.
Fortunately, much of the goblin-grade external armor on the tower had already been burned away by the magnifying glass earlier; otherwise, their shrieks would have been truly unbearable.
From within the black smoke of the siege tower, a high flame shot out, splitting the tower apart, and the light from the sphere broke through the smoke.
The situation was turning out to be better than expected.
Jima couldn’t help but smile; to her, the outcome of the battle on the city walls had already been decided the moment the three siege towers approached the wall.
She cast her eyes back towards the distant city wall, only to see a very large group of green skins nearly filling it up.
The orc brutes jumped down from the siege towers, rampaging over the city walls. They had no defense, swinging their weapons wildly at the infantry, causing long spears to snap, shields to shatter, and sending the infantry into confusion.
The infantry’s rusty chainmail was utterly useless against the orc brutes’ blows. The chainmail was pierced, and the axe’s blade embedded entirely into a shoulder. Helmets were smashed to pieces, caving in until they sunk between the brows.
The soldiers of the infantry desperately thrust their long spears at the orc brutes, but it merely slightly halted their advance. When the spearheads pierced the necks of the brutes, they simply gripped the spear and swung their blades angrily at the desperate masters.
Only a pitiful few orc brutes were battered and bruised.
The infantry soldiers were being cut down layer by layer, and this was still the finest and best-equipped part of the defenders.
The orc brutes pressed forward, occupying the city walls and leaving behind a ground littered with corpses. Ladders leaned against the walls behind them; no one stopped them. The young orc brutes climbed up the city walls, filling the gaps at an astonishing rate, a continuous stream of orcs flooding the city walls.
Amid severe casualties, combat disadvantages, and being outnumbered, the surviving infantry could no longer hold out. A spearman screamed as he turned to flee, and the entire infantry collapsed like an avalanche, allowing the orcs to take the remainder of the wall.
But the stairs along the walls were narrow and designed for single file passage; the infantry jammed together, with each person trying their best to escape the orcs. They didn’t hesitate to push down their comrades in front of them, and many were shoved off the wall. Some, upon witnessing the approaching orc brutes, screamed and leaped off the wall.
Jima shook her head at the scene; there were still eight or nine out of ten soldiers alive before the infantry collapsed. In her past life, while commanding soldiers as the Demon Lord, she had never encountered troops with such low morale.
But there is some truth to say, the infantry’s morale was still commendable, considering the generous food Jima provided.
Those defending the city walls had to be the most elite, best-equipped, and well-disciplined soldiers. Equipment, skill, and discipline were the treasures of humanity against the orc’s war god.
However, the most elite of the defenders were not on the city walls.
The group of mounted attendants was unwilling to dismount and fight on the walls; they insisted on remaining mounted behind the walls, looking for opportunities to raid.
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Chapter Two is being written.
