A strong, half-orc on the front line, clad in a magical breastplate and armed with a flaming sword—there is no one more like the commander of the Blackblood Castle than Hum.

The orc commandos jumped down from the cliff, and only the witch priest's improvised featherfall and flotation spells kept them safe. The Forbidden Rune Array is particularly sensitive to flight-related effects, and all attempts to cross the sky - even dragons - will fail.

Several orcs were blown away by the sudden wind, crashed into the cliff, and died silently. But there are still many people who have successfully landed, grabbed the top of the tallest tower of the Black Blood Castle, and gathered one after another, preparing to make a second downhill charge from here.

Their plan was to first enter the castle to ensure the success rate of the orc witch ritual spell casting, and then launch a decisive assault.

And there is no one on this tower, which is simply the best springboard choice for ambush and sneak attack.

They gathered together, the leader pointing at the radiant Hum, running two fingers across his neck, then drawing his weapon. Four orcs prepared heavy crossbows, four were longbows, and most of the remaining dozen or so orcs were a combination of throwing knives, nets, and melee weapons. The four witches also landed and were preparing to cast spells on everyone.

Then they felt the tower shake at their feet.

The orcs looked at each other, thinking it was a tremor from a trebuchet. They were unable to communicate because their tongues had been cut out. Changing the plan is too time-consuming and can only be done according to the plan that has been agreed.

The Heim Leader warriors on the tower had long since withdrawn, and they all gathered under the tower. Siegel eliminated the stone and iron walls, leaving only the force field walls to maintain the crumbling towers. More than a dozen warriors pressed long wooden poles against the wall. Push it outward with all your might. lest the tower fall in the wrong direction.

Siegel pulls out the Death Knight's mace.

It's the most powerful weapon he's ever known. Much more powerful than battering rams, psychic movements, and psionic blast palms. He took a deep breath and summoned all the plasma energy on his bones, all of which was focused on the mace. Nakuth's weapon shuddered, and a sense of impulse came from the handle of the hammer.

The moment the force field wall was lifted, Siegel swung his mace and slammed it into the tower's supporting columns.

There was a loud bang, and the tower seemed to be flattened as a whole, and the inner wall smashed against the outer gable. Everything inside the tower is squeezed into cake. The soldiers who were pushing the long pole suddenly lost their support, and they all fell to the ground. The entire tower was uprooted in front of everyone's eyes, and then thrown out of the Black Blood Castle.

At this time, everyone saw that there were nearly twenty orcs on the top of the tower.

The orcs' eyes widened and their mouths wide open, as if they didn't understand why they had flown out of the castle. A few tenacious orc warriors also shot crossbow arrows in mid-air, but unfortunately they didn't have the right head at all, leaving only a shallow pit in the wall. The witch priest urgently casts a spell and tries to leave the tower. Three succeeded, and the other followed the large army. Fall from a great height.

It was smashing on the orc army trying to climb the mountain.

It's a coincidence, but it's also a choice of fate. Collapsed towers cut off the ice. A broken wall of rock and brick was formed. The wall is not very high, and anyone can climb over it, but the problem is that there is no ice, and no one can slide over it. When orcs descend down the slide, they must stop, stand up, and climb over rocks before they can continue sliding. Under the threat of Haim's leading archers, this is a wall of death.

The Death Knight's plan for a sneak attack also failed - although the commandos were secretive until they died, and only came close to succeeding, luck was not on their side. The three witches flying in the sky were fired into a volley by Heim's leading archers, their shields against ranged weapons were broken, and they were shot like hedgehogs and smashed into flesh at the bottom of the cliff. The orcs who fell along with the tower could not even see their bodies, they were all buried under the masonry.

At the same time, Manna immediately arranged for a full-time orc scout to use her dark vision ability to scout the surrounding situation around the clock. It is a dereliction of duty to be attacked once, and it is stupid to be attacked twice.

The orc warriors who were climbing the Black Blood Castle were stunned in their attack, and their rhythm was immediately disrupted. The soldiers in the back were cut off by the collapsed tower—though there was only a minute or two of pause—but Hum immediately organized a concentrated attack. Arrows rained down, and javelins were lightning mixed with a torrential rain. The orcs who climbed halfway to the point had no backup, and the offensive effect was greatly reduced. For a small price, the Castle of Black Blood prevented the most dangerous first charge.

The second shock came from the trolls and the hill giants. Their massive bodies can quickly climb mountain walls, but they are defeated by a series of slurry bolts.

However, the enemy's consideration was obviously not to storm the Black Blood Castle, but to cover the white dragon to clear the ramp. It seemed that the orc army had no time to make a second dragon shield, so the white dragon had to brave the rain of arrows, relying on the defensive spell support on his body, vigorously pushing away the large stones on the ice, and using the ice breath to make the ice smooth again.

"Leave the white dragon alone, let the archers and crossbowmen aim at the hill giants. Siegel weighed the situation on the battlefield and gave the only order in the entire battle.

Because he saw the biggest problem of the orcs: the casualties of simple skating were too heavy, but they could no longer sustain the continuous onslaught of attacking the castle.

The white dragon was seriously injured again and barely escaped back, but recreated the slide passage. At least the orcs can start sliding down again, albeit at a high rate of battle damage.

Since the white dragon would not be able to return for a while, Heim Ling immediately threw a large number of oil cans, forming walls of fire on the ice. The orcs on the slide couldn't stop, so they could only crash headlong into the wall of fire, and when they were set on fire, they wailed, rolled, and whirled into the pile of corpses.

Manna saw an opportunity and immediately gave the order: "Move the oil canisters out and launch them all down the mountain!"

Only Siegel in the castle understands why this is done.

The trebuchet doesn't have the range to reach the corpse pile, but the oil runs down when the canister breaks. After encountering an open flame, the oil began to burn. Soon the pile of corpses was ignited.

"Get wood. Broken boxes. Throw any unused garbage at me!" Hum cried excitedly, the light of the Yang Yan Sword getting brighter and brighter.

With a large amount of combustibles, the pile of corpses finally burned completely, and became a wall of fire that could not be extinguished in front of the orc army. Now the orcs have a big problem: after going down the slide, only a few will be able to stop in time, and most of them will rush into the fire and be burned along with the corpses. Either they find a way to extinguish the fire, or they can only stop advancing. Siege the city with all its might.

The orcs chose to siege the city.

Armed with spears, wielding slings and clubs, and protecting themselves with leather shields, the orc army began to attack the walls. This time, they are single-minded and will not give up until they achieve their goal. Stone projectiles from below rattle against the walls, or fly over the heads of the defenders, trying to keep their heads from popping out. However, the defenders only need to push the broken stone out of the battlements to potentially reap the kill.

And that's not all there is to defend the city.

The stones were followed by thistles, and weapons made from scraps and scrap metal were thrown everywhere under the walls. If the orcs want to approach the city walls, they must not only raise their heads to pay attention to the arrows in the sky, but also be careful of the thistles on the ground. Most orcs take care of one or the other. The speed of the attack slowed down, and the number of casualties went up.

They're trying to clean up this annoying stuff. The hot asphalt was poured down.

This kind of thing can immediately burn the muscles when it gets on the skin, melt and then tear off a piece of it, and it is called "biting magma". It inflicts not only physical damage on orcs, but also a major blow to morale. The orcs could not climb the walls against the threat of hot asphalt, so they had no choice but to retreat.

The asphalt dripped, cooled and stuck to the thistle, leaving only the spikes standing upright, as if forming a nail plate array, completely cutting off the orc's desire to clean up the thistle.

The Death Knight was not reconciled, and after carefully observing the battlefield, he came up with a solution. Siegel toppled the tower, exposing the hollowness of one side of the wall. The Death Knight finds several jump points on the cliff that allow the agile Wolf Knight to attempt a surprise attack.

With the help of run-ups, continuous jumps, and several emergency stops, after paying for a dozen lives, the wolf found a way to storm the castle of black blood. The raid took place at dawn on the third day, but fortunately the orc scouts raised the alarm in time, and the defenders responded immediately. The soldiers quickly assembled, pounced on the corner of the castle where the wolf cavalry entered, and built a defensive line with spears and shields, limiting the space for the wolf cavalry to move, and the crossbowmen took the opportunity to shoot immediately.

Due to the abundance of soldiers in the castle, the attack of the wolf cavalry only caused some trouble, and did not make a critical breakthrough. The soldiers of the Heim Leader and the Raven tribe held off the attack from both the cliff and the city walls.

By the fourth day, the body was almost finished. There weren't many oil tanks in the castle, so Manna decided to save some.

After the smell of barbecue orcs in the air cleared, everyone could finally have a good meal. Today there is only bread cheese and sheer vegetable porridge, not a single bit of meat and oil. Everyone smelled the smell of fireworks for two days, and at this time only had an appetite for vegan food.

The soldiers of Heim's leadership gathered in twos and threes, talking and laughing, while the orcs were much more miserable. They were on the high slopes, the wind was cold, and they used up all the wood, and they could only burn dung. If there is not enough fuel, there is not enough hot food, and coupled with the negative energy aura that permeates the channel of the resentful spirit, even the orc's physique cannot last for a long time. Sickness, pain, and low morale continue to take hold, and they have already paid a heavy price in this southern expedition.

It is impossible to calculate how many casualties there were, all of them were burned to ashes. The Death Knight could gaze indifferently at the crematorium down the hillside, but the orcs weren't as cold-blooded as the undead. As the fervor and impulse for war cooled—a process that was even accelerated by the environment of the Wraith Passage—many orcs retreated.

Desertions occurred sporadically, but no general told the Death Knights about the situation, as they were all aware of the Death Knights' decline. The white dragon has suffered many serious injuries, and although he has been treated, he is still lying in the camp to regain his strength, and his deterrent effect has been greatly reduced. The Death Knight only commanded in the rear and never went to battle, so he was despised by the orc warriors.

So for the next two days of fighting, the orcs charged at a very fast speed and retreated at an even faster pace.

Seeing this, Giant Kerry said goodbye to Siegel and left with the warriors of the Raven Tribe. Except for the two thousand mobile cavalry left at the foot of the mountain, all the other troops rushed to Waterdeep. (To be continued.) )