Gently laying down Robin's body, De Jong helped his comrades close their eyes. Picking up the two-handed greatsword that he had thrown aside, 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 the two-handed sword in his hand.

The sharp blade severed the orc's arms in an instant, and it screamed and fell off the wall; The castration of the blade continued unabated, striking the wall tiles hard, splashing a cloud of sparks.

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

"Come on, monsters!" De Jong roared, put his two-handed greatsword aside, dragged an orc corpse, and threw it like a stone under the wall.

Not far from De Jong, King Solas still wielded his golden two-handed hammer, charging at the orcs at will; 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 as comfortable wielding his hammer as he had been due to his age; Prince Garin's armor was torn in a few more places, and his left shoulder was not so easy to move - it was strained during a competition with orcs.

Kurbanke's movements are still like butterflies through flowers, but even if they are as agile as he is. The leather armor was also gradually stained red with blood - most of it belonged to the enemy, of course.

At the head of Fort Riptide, every soldier of the kingdom of Stormgard fought bravely; Some nobles after maintaining order in the city. They also rushed to the city wall with their servants and guards to participate in the battle against the attack of the orcs.

The shouts of killing disturbed the tranquility of the moonlit night, and in the residential area near the city gates, helpless women clung to their children and prayed to the light that this night of killing and noise would end.

Not only the civilians, but also the soldiers in the middle of the battle - despite the last bit of strength, all who were fighting knew it - Riptide Castle would not last long. Where are the reinforcements?

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

"......" Kilrog opened his mouth, speechless; It was his Blood Cave Clan that took on the first main mission. Seeing that his people's attack on the city gate was fruitless, and he retreated step by step on the city wall, Kilrog was ashamed.

"But it doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time. Kilrog. You go and deliver my commands. Let each clan gather a part of the warriors and participate in the battle to attack the castle; Our people also need to practice how to siege the city, and there is nothing better than this city where the garrison is stubborn but weak. Orgrim commanded.

"Yes, the hammer of ruining miè." Kilrog took the order and left. Zu Jin was pacing back and forth idly, looking very restless; Finally, the Emperor of the Troll Empire stopped and said loudly to Orgrim, "Orgrim, when will my people be able to attack it?" ”

Your people? - Orgrim snorted in his heart - he didn't have much 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 participate in the attack? Can those guys really fight? Won't they squat down for dinner in the middle of the fight?

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

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

"You're just staying here honestly!" Orgrim snarled and said, "Eat, eat it, what else do you know about 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, you can't use it lightly unless you have to." ”

"Oh, okay." To Orgrim's surprise, Zukin generously agreed—if Orgrim knew that Zukin was thinking something like, "Hahaha, we're trolls!" That's right, important troops naturally can't play lightly, I understand" when I think of this, I don't know if I will vomit blood in anger.

Soon, more orcs from more clans joined the fray; Comparatively speaking, the Blood Cave Clan is not the orc clan with the strongest combat effectiveness, the War Song Clan was sent out to attack the Danmod Fortress is not in the army, among the existing clans, the combat effectiveness of the Orcs of the Blackstone Clan and the Thunder King Clan far exceeds that of the Blood Bank Clan, and the combat effectiveness of the Fireblade Clan has always been among the best among the various clans.

The addition of these clans greatly enhanced the impact of the orcs on the city; The orcs of the Thunder King clan wield powerful ranged weapons, while the orcs of the Fireblade clan wield unique single-edged thick-backed swords, and are active on the battlefield at the head of the city, reaping the lives of the Riptide Castle court guards like ghosts, setting off a storm of blades of death.

The Riptide Castle resistance, led by King Soras, soon felt the pressure from the sudden; The battle line of the palace guards shrank until the orcs occupied half of the city walls.

However, even as the forces shrank closer, the palace guards continued to attrition; 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 flanked King Solas, but even with the help of his son and loyal servants, King Solas was struck with two arrows - ironically, the shafts of the arrows were engraved with the words "zuò" 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 King Soras's flesh. (To be continued......)