Soon, the army of orcs had already assaulted the city of Riptide Castle, and one by one the hideous orcs swarmed up, slamming the gates of Riptide Castle with their bodies and weapons. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The heavy iron-clad gate creaked under the violent impact, but De Jong was not very worried that the gate would be breached; although the main body of the gate was wooden, there was no way to break through the gate without a large enough rushing car and crashing wood; no matter where the orcs landed from, they came from afar after all, and it was unlikely that they would carry too heavy siege equipment, and the Arathi Heights lacked large forests, and there was naturally no thick enough wood near Riptide Fort to make crashing wood.

In addition to attacking the city gate, many orcs also put away their blades and struggled to climb the city wall along both sides of the city gate, with the help of some irregular protruding city bricks and gaps in the city wall.

Fort Riptide was built on the basis of Riptide City, the royal city of the Araso Empire, on the one hand, it has been war-torn during the founding of the Kingdom of Stormgard, and on the other hand, it has never been threatened by military forces after the kingdom of Stormgard, and it has fallen into disrepair for a long time, and there are many gaps in the walls of the city wall, which is not difficult to climb.

Soon, the side of the walls of Riptide Castle facing the outside of the city was crawling with orcs trying to reach the city.

"Throw stones!" De Jong observed through the gap in the wall, and he commanded his men in a loud voice.

With a loud bang, the stones were pushed down the battlements and fell straight down the walls of the wall, all of which De Jong had taken advantage of the precious time that the orcs had not yet attacked, to demolish the dwellings near the walls.

A scream came from under the walls, which De Jong knew was the sound of the orcs climbing on the walls as they were hit by a stone throw and fell to the ground.

The orcs had already stopped firing at Riptide for fear of injuring their own vanguard, and De Jong could safely poke his head out to see what the defense had accomplished.

There were far fewer orcs on the walls of the wall, and they were all thrown down by stones, but below the walls, there were still dense crowds of orcs waiting to climb the wall.

Demolition of dwellings was not easy, stones and logs were not readily available, and with the lack of time, the stones prepared by De Jong were used up in just a few rounds of consumption.

"Prepare for battle!" De Jong shouted, took two steps back, raised his two-handed greatsword in his hand, and waited quietly for the first orcs to ascend the wall.

"Whew!"

With a strange scream, not far from De Jong, an orc climbed the wall first, its thick green arms resting on the battlements, its knotted muscles tense, its fanged bloody mouth let out a terrifying roar, and it tried to climb to the top of the city.

"Die, monster!" one of the palace guards shouted, and the spear in his hand stabbed out with all his might, stabbing the orc in the head.

The terrible howl before death resounded in the night sky, but the palace guard remained unmoved, calmly stepped on the wall with one foot, and pulled his spear out of the orc's head with a forceful tug.

The orc's eyes protruded outward, almost falling out, and the hideous expression on its face remained, but the fierce look in its eyes gradually dimmed.

In the middle of its forehead, a large circular wound kept flowing red and white liquid, and soon, its hands lost strength, and its huge claws loosened the bricks of the castle of Riptide, and it leaned back weakly, and its body fell to the ground.

The first orc to reach the city died, but more orcs were attacking the castle as they approached the walls, and the palace guards kept using their spears and swords to make large and small wounds in the exposed bodies of the orcs, driving them off the walls.

However, the orcs were not completely powerless to fight back, many orcs relied on their strong bodies, but put their hands on the city wall, and the feet hanging outside the city wall kicked the wall violently, and the whole body flew up to the city with strength.

As more and more orcs leapt onto the city, the palace guards began to engage in bitter combat, and they could no longer condescendingly kill orcs, but were forced to engage them face-to-face.

Luckily, King Soras's court guards were selected from the most elite legions, and each of them had a strong individual combat ability, and their height and size were even comparable to most orcs.

Relying on their strong physique, the palace guards fought evenly with the advance troops of the orcs, and with the flickering of swords and swords, corpses fell, both human and orc, and the blood flowed in the corridors of the city wall, merging into a red stream, making the entire city wall diffuse a smell of earth.

"Die, monster, how dare you set foot on my territory!" King Solas roared and smashed the head of an orc with his hammer, the massive green head exploding like a watermelon, splashing King Solas all over his face.

However, His Majesty did not have time to wipe it, he squeezed his eyes, regained his sight a little, and then roared and pounced on another opponent.

At King Soras's side, Garin Tolbairn wrestled his opponent with a two-handed greatsword and a steady pace at his feet.

It was only then that Prince Garin understood the strength of the orcs, a monster with strength and speed far beyond that of humans, and even Garin, who had received good military training from a very young age, could not deal with it with the slightest carelessness.

"Hah!"

Garin roared, a powerful slash that pushed his opponent back, and he was about to take advantage of the victory when he found a golden hammer slashing from the side, cutting a bloody hole in his opponent's chest.

"Father!" Garin shouted as he stopped his movements and looked at King Solas, who had snatched his opponent - and the latter was panting with his hands on his hammer, with a triumphant expression on his face.

"You're too slow, Garin, learn more from me, you're still young!" King Solas boasted unashamedly in front of his son.

Garin didn't speak, he lunged at his father, and stabbed his two-handed sword into his own father in the stunned eyes of King Soras...... behind him.

The sound of the blade entering the body seemed silent on the noisy battlefield, and King Solas turned around and saw an orc holding up the battle axe in his hand, trying to sneak up on his back, but was stabbed in the chest by Garin's two-handed greatsword, and bright red blood foam was constantly flowing from the corner of the orc's mouth, its body shook, and then fell to the ground as Garin drew back his greatsword.