The opponent's attack.

The situation of the battle also reversed in an instant.

"Damn it!"

The high-level mage who stood on the well railing to supervise the battle and provide assistance gritted his teeth and spit out these two words.

"Send a signal and let the soldiers in the city return to defense." Although he was very unwilling to do so, he had to do this at this moment.

"Yes." A mage apprentice stretched out his arm, and then a special magic missile rose into the sky. As it flew, it made a long whistle, then bloomed in the sky, exploding into crimson sparks and streaking.

Night sky.

After seeing this signal, the Black Rock soldiers who were looting and killing wantonly in the city were very puzzled, and many people began to complain.

"What the hell, what do these mage masters think?" A soldier pulled the crying woman he had just caught in his hand, feeling resentful.

"Whatever, let's grab a handful first." Another soldier smashed open the wooden box in the house with his halberd, and then dug through the scattered things inside, looking for valuable objects.

"I worked desperately for them, not to bring trouble for myself, but to make a fortune." He muttered, then kicked over a Cranthian soldier who died next to him and started rummaging around on him.

"Look at their good armor, but they don't have any money on them."

While the city was still unaware of it, the fighting outside the city became more and more intense.

Huge fireballs emerged from the sky one after another, and then crashed into the enemy formation below under the control of the mage. The battle situation had reached this point, and they no longer cared about conserving their magic power.

But it is a pity that among these orc troops that span thousands of miles, most of the ones who can rush forward are elites. Several shamans shook their wooden sticks in the military formation, and the fireballs in the sky also broke up and turned into scattered bursts.

The sparks dissipated in the air, leaving only a gust of hot wind blowing towards the orcs.

At the foot of the well, an orc chief holding his giant sword high shouted loudly, swung the broad sword in his hand, and brought up gusts of strong wind, directly cutting off the thick supporting legs of several of them.

This improvised war machine slowly toppled over with a squeaking and grinding sound, and the musketeers on it also spilled out from the night sky like dumplings, fell into the dark enemy formation below, and were chopped into pieces by tomahawks.

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"No!" A mage shouted in horror, preparing to fly away from the battlefield. Then he was hit by several flying axes, and rolled down the city wall with a bloody head.

"No...don't come here." A musketeer sat in a corner holding a musket, pointing at the barbaric orcs rushing in front of him. He was terrified. But he was soon overwhelmed by the black wave.

Before the Black Rock soldiers in the city were aware of it, groups of orc reinforcements entered the city. Led by their leaders, they rushed into the alleyways and excitedly and excitedly killed the Black Rock soldiers.

Compared to humans, orcs are much taller and inherently bloodthirsty and aggressive. However, they have been trapped in the grasslands for hundreds of years and have suppressed the bloodiness in their hearts. However, this war has greatly stimulated it.

Originally, many young orcs were slightly dissatisfied with joining Clancia, but now that the war has broken out, the opposition has gradually disappeared.

Instead of quietly farming and grazing, they are more eager to win glory, dignity, and everything through fighting.
Chapter completed!