Chapter 205 - Chapter 205: Chapter 203, War Begins (Vote for recommendation )_1

Chapter 205: Chapter 203, War Begins (Vote for recommendation )_1

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The dwarf orc returned to his tent and started to put on his armor.

The potential for success in tonight’s surprise attack was quite high.

As long as it could succeed tonight, or even just cause some chaos in the undead army, he would be greatly rewarded.

“When the time comes, who dares to look down upon me? Once I become a commander, you will be the first ones I’ll send to their death.” The dwarf orc grumbled while wearing his last piece of armor.

Unbeknownst to him, his shadow was slithering, gradually shaping into a female human figure.

The next moment, the shadow behind him covered his mouth, followed by a sharp pain at his neck.

The dwarf orc’s eyes filled with terror as he felt his neck being sliced open.

He fought hard, pulling out his weapon and swung it behind him in an instant.

Clang!

However, his weapon only hit the ground beneath him.

There wasn’t a shadow of any person.

A torrent of blood gushed from his throat. He clung to it, crying for help loudly. But his body was getting colder and stiffer until he finally collapsed in a pool of his own blood.

Twenty minutes later, the orc camp was thrown into chaos.

The orc hero, who had just been dispatched for a surprise attack, had his throat slit open in his own tent.

This was a really big deal.

Shah raged, commanding all the orcs to conduct a night-time search to find the enemy who was hiding in their camp.

However, the culprit had already left the scene and brought the news back.

The city.

The night was deep.

At the sudden dripping sound by the bed, Fang Hao, who was having trouble sleeping, opened his eyes.

Using the light from the Nightstone, he saw that it was a message from Fireblade on the Sound-transmitting Shell.

Was it possible that the orcs were launching an attack tonight?

Thinking this, he immediately brought the shell closer to his ear to hear Fireblade’s voice.

“Received news, Bloodthroat and Skullcrusher will launch an attack tomorrow.

Skullcrusher might use flying troops to take a detour and attack the mam city.” The message was brief, but the information it conveyed was significant.

Fang Hao lay in bed and, using God’s Presence, and in the next second, he was in the city where Fireblade was stationed.

Upon entering the City Lord’s residence, he found that Little You was also there.

“Fireblade, give me a detailed account of the news.” Fang Hao asked. Fireblade looked at Little You, “My lord, the news came from Little You. Let her tell you.”

Without understanding, Fang Hao turned to look at Little You.

“My Lord, tonight I infiltrated Skullcrusher’s camp and heard Bloodthroat relay a message to Skullcrusher. They will be launching an attack on the fortress tomorrow, and….”

Little You relayed all she had heard and seen to Fang Hao.

Besides the surprise attack, she didn’t find out much about their strategies. And as the leader of the flying troops was assassinated by Little You, the surprise attack might have been cancelled.

Fang Hao nodded after listening to Little You’s report.

The orcs weren’t completely brainless, at least they realized that the Bone Dragon was deployed in the main battlefield rather than the main city in the rear.

Although this analysis and countermeasure might not be wrong, it didn’t have any effect on Fang Hao.

In the main city, there were two Bone Dragons and 500,000 undead soldiers, with 200,000 of them being archers.

Even if they were to bypass them, they wouldn’t be able to perform a decapitation strike.

Of course, what Little You did was right. If the dwarf hero had any special abilities, it would be better to kill him early to avoid trouble later.

“Fireblade, you command here, and Little You, don’t run around.” Fang Hao instructed them.

“Yes, sir.” they answered.

Fang Hao deactivated his God’s Presence and sent this message to Bloody Fortress.

Next day, early morning.

Dawn just broke and Fang Hao received another message from the Sound- transmitting Shell.

Pasted on his ear was BlackThorn’s voice, “My lord, the Troll Army is launching an attack on the fortress.”

As expected, the attack was launched today.

Fang Hao lay back in bed, activated his God’s Presence, and in the next second, he was in the Bloody Fortress.

He went up to the city wall and looked northward to see a dense crowd of trolls, wielding all sorts of weapons and charging towards them.

The ground was trembling, and the whole mountain pathway was filled with the strange roars of the trolls.

“My lord, the battle is about to begin.” Black Thorn came over.

“Yes, you are to command.” Fang Hao handed over the command to Black Thorn.

All preparations were left to Black Thorn, for he might not be more experienced when it came to warfare.

“As you command, my lord.”

Black Thorn walked to the top of the wall again, gauging the distance of the enemy’s attack.

The shaking beneath his feet was becoming more violent, and the trolls were getting closer to the fortress.

“Archers ready.” Black Thorn ordered.

A side-beastman immediately raised a banner with a bow and arrow painted on

it.

Later, hundreds of thousands of Skeleton Archers behind the wall aimed their arrows in the air.

This wasn’t because the Skeleton Archers could understand the banner, but because there were several beastmen standing among them.

The beastmen relayed the corresponding orders based on the commands from the flag.

This was also due to the vast numbers, for even with tens of thousands of people, you can relay commands through shouting or chain reactions. But for these endless troops, individuals were less feasible for command and instead, teams had to be utilized.

Black Thorn watched as the enemy drew nearer.

“Fire arrows.”

The flags changed, a red flag now appearing beside the bow and arrow one.

“Firearrows!” “Fire arrows!” “Fire arrows!”

The orc below who was tasked with delivering orders shouted in unison.

Woo!

A whistling sound reminiscent of the wind sounded.

Concentrated arrows shot towards the sky, flying over the fortress walls and cascading down like a dark cloud onto the trolls that were advancing.

The troll army’s equipment wasn’t uniform, some were armed with shields, others simply brandished a war axe.

Phew phew phew!!

In an instant, countless trolls were torn into porcupines and collapsed in

masses.

The trolls began raising their shields.

Those without shields would carry the corpses of their fallen comrades, using them to block the next wave of arrows.

Black Thorn observed the spectacle before him.

“Fire arrows!”

“Fire arrows!” “Firearrows!” “Firearrows!”

Whoosh!

The second round of arrows whistled out again, reducing the number of enemies with such concentrated range.

The third round, the fourth round.

The rain of arrows continued.

Boom!

Upon reaching a certain distance, the trolls began to retaliate.

Despite still being some distance away, the trolls used their strength to throw their flying axes, war spears, and iron chains.

A variety of chaotic weapons flew towards the men in the fortress, killing a large number of skeletons in an instant.

With the skeletons’ deaths.

A grey mist rose from all soldier types.

This was the effect of Fang Hao’s military skill [Face of Death].

Whenever a soldier under his command dies, all other soldiers would enter a state of combat frenzy, boosting their attack and defence by 1%, stacking up to 100 points at most.

The number of those who just perished in that wave had surpassed a hundred.

“Notify the mountain, roll the stone.”

The flag changed once more, and figures emerged on the sides of the mountain holding axes, severing the ropes restraining the rolling boulders.

Giant stones slid down the mountain, crushing all below into a pulp.

The trolls braced themselves against one trap after another, continuing their relentless assault.

Boom!

Then, the troll leading the front plunged downwards as the ground underneath gave way.

In the massive pit, sharpened wooden stakes perforated their bodies.

But the obstinate vitality of the trolls maintained their lives, leaving them to emit continuous agonizing howls rather than dying immediately.

The commander of the troll tribe had an exceptionally ugly look on his face. Since when had the Undead Clan started setting such cunning traps? On this path, they had encountered one trap after another.

But trolls are not fools, they would not use their lives to fill up these traps in front.

The boulders and log that had just rolled down were then put to use.

With shields raised against the incessant rain of arrows from the sky, they directed the soldiers to throw the boulders and logs into the pit to level the path.

The path cleared, the trolls proceeded to close in while being wary of the traps, launching their offensive.

Having run out of axes, they picked up stones from the ground for a counterattack.

With the strength of the trolls, the stones they threw were as dangerous as cannonballs.

Black Thorn stood on the city walls, overseeing the fight below. Despite the continuous effect of the traps and extensive casualties of trolls. Within this mountain path, trolls remained in large numbers, stretching all the way back to the end of visibility.

“Bone Dragon.” The flag changed again.

The Blood Hunter, on the back of the Bone Dragon, soared high into the sky above the mountain path.

“Dragon breath!”

The Bone Dragon made a steep dive, its gaping maw gathering white and black death energy.

Roar!!

Tens of black rays of death light poured down onto the densely packed troll troops in the narrow path.

Large groups of trolls writhed in agony as their flesh peeled off rapidly, revealing their white bones.

“Well done.” The Blood Hunter gently patted the Bone Dragon in praise. Just as they were preparing for the second wave of dragon breath.

Suddenly, whoosh!

A giant crossbow bolt whizzed over, dragging a long metal chain.

Boom!!

The bolt smashed through the Bone Dragon’s ribcage, perforating its body. In the next second, the metal chain tautened abruptly, yanking the Bone Dragon downwards with tremendous force.