I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

The huge siege vehicles were so small in front of the majestic 15-meter-high wall. They crashed into the wall with a loud bang, but unfortunately not even a speck of dust was raised. Everyone looked down at the orcs below and moved the molten lead to the front.

They were waiting, waiting for the orcs to gather.

Bennett had been on the alert for the two God-given men. If the two of them rushed forward, the war would be over.

The old orc saw Bennett's wizard robe and his glowing eyes at a glance. He nudged Hannibal next to him with his arm and pointed at Bennett above.

Two pairs of eyes intertwined, one pair was blood red and crazy, the other pair was ice blue and indifferent.

"I saw him, Lusitaia, and he gave it to me. I like those eyes, and I want to dig them out and make them into a necklace to treasure forever."

After licking his exposed fangs, Hannibal clenched the dragon-tooth broadsword in his hand. He knew that now was not the right time and he would have to wait until the soldiers started to climb the city wall before he could kill the general.

The battle of climbing a city is always the cruelest meat grinder on the battlefield.

The orcs deployed their siege vehicles, and ladders rose from the middle and were placed in the depression of the parapet above. The soldiers on the city wall lined up pots of molten lead, waiting for them to rush up the ladders.

Hannibal looked at the black smoke above. This was a tactic often used by humans. How could the orcs not fight back?

"Spear throwers, cover the soldiers climbing the wall."

"For the God of War!"

The deafening shouts resounded through the sky. As the urgent attack horn sounded, the orc warriors finally began to climb the wall. Looking at the hideous faces of the orcs below, the knights above also felt a little weak in their hands and feet.

"fall!!!"

Duke's order came, and the knight in front of him swallowed his saliva and pushed the iron pot forward tremblingly.

The orcs' fighting power resounded throughout Razlan, and the knight was affected by fear and hesitated in his movements.

A javelin flew over and knocked over the iron pot. The molten lead did not pour on the orc's head, but instead poured on him, the soldiers behind him, and Duke. A rune of blue light flashed, and Duke was fine.

The soldier died, and so did the knight.

The knight was pushed to the back by the soldiers with a stick. His armor had been welded together with lead. The high temperature made the surrounding air become scalding hot. The front end of the wooden stick that pushed him to the back was also ignited and turned into charcoal.

This scene keeps repeating itself.

An orc warrior rushed up, shouting some nonsense in excitement. No one on the wall could understand him. Of course, there was no need to listen, because he was facing Duke, a Holy Blade Knight.

A cold light flashed, Duke took the orc's head and knocked the orc behind him off the ladder.

"Replacement hand, come forward."

With four ladders, this battle was simply hopeless for the orcs. Their only hope was for the two gods to rush up the city wall. The old orc knew this, but now was not the time to rush up the city wall.

Waving to the orcs behind him, the holy blade-level warrior came on the field, and the four orcs behind him rushed towards the ladder.

As expected of the Holy Blade, the battlefield suddenly felt higher class. They rushed to the middle of the ladder and jumped up, wanting to jump onto the city wall, but unfortunately they were facing the collective javelins of the armed knights.

The orcs had no armor, and even if they had armor, it could not stop the armed knights' spears. Their armor had no runes and was as fragile as paper in front of Bennett's enchanted spears. They jumped up and then fell down again.

This won't work, the Holy Blade can't break through the defense.

The orc warriors are still sacrificing continuously. The old orc looks at the knights who are constantly pouring molten lead. They are the first target to be eliminated.

"Sacred Blade Warrior throws a spear."

After the replacement of the javelin throwers, the speed of the orcs' javelins increased significantly, so the knights who were pouring the molten lead in front began to change players frequently.

"Half of the armed knights will defend against the javelin."

It was still Duke's order. He had the most seniority here and had the most say in the war against the orcs. Lusitaia below also noticed this. He didn't know where the commander was, but he could see the speed of the deployment of the troops.

One area clearly reacted faster than others.

Gripping the huge hammer tightly in his hand, he already knew what to do.

"Hannibal, I'm going first."

The battlefield is not a joke. Individual heroism is not allowed and everything must be reported to your superiors.

Hannibal narrowed his bloodshot eyes and swung the dragon-fang broadsword in his hand: "I wonder if the wizard has any other tricks. Be careful."

The old orc nodded and ran towards the ladder.

Bennett had been watching their movements. The old orc's appearance made him somewhat nervous. This was a gift from God, not the gift from God in Rose Territory who only wanted to capture him back. This was a gift from God who gave his all on the battlefield.

The blue light in his eyes grew stronger. Although he was afraid, he had been waiting for this moment.

The old orc did not choose to jump from the middle of the ladder, but climbed up obediently. In Bennett's perception, the power in his body was spinning around his body like a tornado. The temperature of the molten lead was more than 300 degrees, which had no effect on the God's gift. Bennett's high explosives did not pose a threat to the God's gift at the beginning.

The old orc was about to climb up the city wall. Bennett pressed two gems on the spell book, pinched the third gem on the ring, and waited for the old orc to reach the top of the spell explosion point.

The time had come, Bennett crushed the gem on the ring, and the flames carried the fragments of the ladder and knocked the old orc away.

Hannibal had been paying attention to this side, and when the old man was knocked away, he also felt that the time had come.

A shadow passed through the ground, he rushed up the broken ladder, jumped, and passed the old orc behind him. The dragon tooth broadsword was raised high. The world began to slow down at this moment. His blood-red eyes stared at the prey in front of him. As long as this sword hit, the war would be over.

Unfortunately, he did not see the panic in the eyes of his imagined prey. What he faced was a pair of calm and cold blue beams and a spell-locating spider web.

The two gems on the dragon skin spell broke together.

I think I just broke something, a net?

Hannibal didn't have time to think so much, his mind was blank now.

A ball of white light rushed towards him. It was a completely different feeling from previous fireballs. Every cell in his body was trembling. This was the sensation brought by countless hunts, a gift from the God of War to the orcs, and a signal that his life was about to end.

It was not only Hannibal who sensed the danger, but also Lusitaia behind him. The old orc did not hesitate and swung the giant hammer in his hand, smashing his chieftain to the ground. However, he was right behind Hannibal and no orc could save him.

The old orc held the giant hammer in front, and the temperature of 3000 degrees melted the giant hammer directly. The white light still eroded forward. Hannibal jumped from the ground, cut off the old orc's arm, and threw him backwards.

The tall body fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Bennett took the gem handed to him by the soldier behind him and took the opportunity to completely destroy the orcs' siege vehicle.

This little war ended.

There was cheering on the city wall, except for Kenny who was gritting his teeth.

The two pairs of eyes met again, the blood-red eyes were full of fear, while the blue eyes remained calm.

"retreat!!!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

A sad horn sounded, the orcs' battle flag was lowered, the old orc wrapped a hemp rope around his broken arm and stood behind Hannibal.

"I should have listened to you, Lusitaia."

"It's okay, Chief. This is your first battle with humans. It's okay to fail."

"I think you are right. We cannot underestimate the power of any enemy."

The old orc smiled and hit Hannibal's shoulder with his only arm: "We still have a chance."

Fastening the dragon-tooth broadsword in his hand to his back, Hannibal turned around and looked at the cheering people on the city wall.

“But they won’t have the chance next time.”