Gently laying down Robin's body, De Jong helped his comrades close their eyes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info picked up the two-handed sword that he had thrown aside, and De Jong slowly stood up.

Not far away, at the battlement of the wall, an orc grabbed the battlement with its thick arms, desperately trying to climb to the top of the city.

"Die, monster!" De Jong took a step forward and slashed at the orc with his two-handed sword.

The sharp blade severed the orc's arms in an instant, and it screamed and fell off the wall, and the blade continued to castrate, striking the bricks with a splash of sparks.

De Jong's movements did not stop, he came to the wall, and looked down the wall, and as far as the eye could see, the whole wall was densely crawled with orcs, who wriggled like ants towards the wall.

"Come on, monsters!" De Jong roared, putting aside his two-handed broadsword, dragging an orc's corpse and throwing it like a stone under the walls.

Not far from De Jong, King Solas still wielded his golden two-handed hammer and slaughtered the orcs, and Prince Garin and Kurbanke followed him closely, and the small detachment of three men dealt a great blow to the advance force of the orcs entering the city.

Time had passed, and King Solas was not wielding his hammer as easily as he had been due to his age, and Prince Garin's armor had a few more breaks, and his left shoulder was not moving as easily, having been strained during a power contest with an orc.

Kurbanke's movements were still like butterflies, but even as agile as he was, his leather armor was gradually stained red with blood—most of course, belonging to the enemy.

At the head of Riptide Castle, every soldier of the Kingdom of Stormgard fought bravely, and some nobles, having maintained order in the city, rushed to the city walls with their servants and guards to participate in the battle against the orcs.

The silence of the moonlit night was disturbed by the shouts of killing, and in the residential area near the city gates, helpless women clung to their children, praying to the light that this night of killing and noise would end as soon as possible.

Not only the civilians, but also the soldiers who were fighting - although they had tried their last bit of strength, all those who were fighting knew that Fort Riptide would not last long, and where were the reinforcements?

"This bunch of garbage. Orgrim stood on the hill he had used as a makeshift command platform, and yelled.

"......" Kilrog opened his mouth, speechless, it was his Blood Cave Clan who was the first to take on the main attack, and Kilrog was ashamed to see his own people attack the city gate to no avail, and retreat step by step on the city wall.

"But it doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time. Kilrog, go and give me my orders to all the clans to assemble some of their warriors and take part in the battle against this castle, and our people need to practice how to storm the city, and there is nothing better than this city, which is stubborn but weak in garrison. Orgrim commanded.

"Yes, Hammer of Doom. Kilrog took the order. Zujin paced back and forth on the side, looking very agitated, and finally, the Emperor of the Troll Empire stopped and said loudly to Orgrim, "Orgrim, when will my people be able to attack?"

Your people?—Orgrim snorted in his heart—he didn't have any hope for Zujin now, if it weren't for the fact that the orcs had so little force to unite in this land, he would have abandoned this group of allies long ago—this guy still wanted his people to take part in the attack? Can that group of guys really fight? Won't they crouch down for dinner in the middle of the fight?

In order to prevent Zujin and his trolls from causing trouble, Orgrim planned to find them something else to do: "Zujin, you send a few people all the way to the west, watch for any traces of human troops along the way, and if you encounter human reinforcements, come back and report to me immediately." ”

"That's fine. Zujin nodded, then asked, "What about me? What can I do? Can I attack the city? I felt a myriad of delicious food beckoning to me. ”

"You're just here and there," Orgrim snarled - what do you know more than eat this troll?

However, Ogrim quickly realized that his tone was a little too heavy, he soothed his mood, lowered his voice and said, "You just stay here, you trolls are a strange soldier, and you can't use them lightly unless you have to." ”

"Oh, okay. To Orgrim's surprise, Zukin generously agreed—of course, if Orgrim knew that Zugin was thinking something like "Hahaha, so we are such important trolls!, yes, important troops naturally can't be easily played, I understand", I don't know if he would vomit blood in anger.

Soon, more orcs of the clan entered the battle, comparatively speaking, the Blood Cave Clan was not the most powerful orc clan, the Warsong Clan was sent out to attack the Dammod Fortress was not in the army, among the existing clans, the combat effectiveness of the Orcs of the Blackstone Clan and the Thunder King Clan far surpassed that of the Blood Bank Clan, and the combat effectiveness of the Fireblade Clan has always been among the best among the clans.

The orcs of the Thunder King clan wield powerful long-range weapons, while the orcs of the Fireblade clan wielded unique single-edged thick-backed swords and were active on the battlefield at the city's head, harvesting the lives of the Riptide Castle palace guards like ghosts, setting off a storm of death.

The Riptide Castle resistance, led by King Solas, soon felt the sudden increase in pressure, and the line of palace guards shrank until the orcs took over half of the walls.

However, even as the forces shrank closer, the palace guards continued to attrition, and the orcs of the Thunder King Clan hid behind the bodies of the Orcs of the Blackstone Clan, inflicting a large number of casualties on the palace guards with throwing weapons and bows and arrows.

Spear-wielding court guards and two-handed swords were staggered, stubbornly relying on their slight advantage in formation and equipment to contend with the orcs.

King Solas insisted on being at the forefront of the battle, the head of his golden two-handed hammer, already covered in the blood and flesh of the orcs, mottled reddish-brown.

Prince Garin and Kurbanke were on either side of King Soras, but even with the help of his son and loyal servants, King Solas was still hit by two arrows - ironically, the shafts of the arrows were engraved with the words made by Stormwind craftsmen - one of the strategic items captured by the orcs after the capture of Stormwind, but luckily, because of the carefully crafted armor, the arrows only touched the skin of King Soras's flesh.