Warlord: King of All Clans

In addition to a large number of green-skinned orc troops, there are also many alien tribes such as wild boars, gnolls, tauren, trolls, etc. on their flanks.

These clans, large and small, formed square formations under the command of their own clan chiefs, waiting for orders from the orc chieftain.

The orc chieftain, riding on a giant wolf, looked at the tall city walls in the distance and let out a roar.

The wolf riders beside him blew their horns again, and the entire orc army began to advance slowly.

Because of the existence of the gravity array, the counterweight catapults in the city were unable to launch a counterattack and could only passively take the beating, thus giving the orc army a chance to advance calmly.

But when the beastman army approached within 300 meters, the light stone crossbows and crossbows on the city wall began to show their power.

A large number of stone bullets and crossbows were thrown out like rain, pouring down on the heads of the orc infantry, splashing large blood-red waves.

Walking in the front row were the orc infantrymen carrying huge wooden tower shields.

The tower shield carried by two orcs is like a small city gate, and ordinary arrow attacks are completely ineffective.

On their sides were wooden chariots, equally rugged and heavy.

More than a dozen orc infantrymen hid behind and pushed the chariot forward, trying to send the troll headhunter hiding inside to the bottom of the city wall.

As long as they get within a hundred meters, the Troll Headhunters can snipe against the crossbows on the city walls, and their accuracy is even higher than that of the human crossbows.

But they obviously underestimated the power of the human crossbow. The four-foot-long thick crossbow could break through the wooden tower shields of the orc infantry and penetrate the bodies of two or three orcs.

It can also penetrate the walls of a wooden chariot and kill the trolls behind it.

At the same time, giant battering rams, siege towers, and ladders also approached.

These beast-style creations are characterized by being thick and sturdy. In many places, they are directly connected by logs that are thicker than their waists. Even the stone bullets fired from stone crossbows cannot destroy them.

The Imperial longbowmen and Imperial crossbowmen on the city wall began to shoot arrows at the orc laborers pushing the siege equipment to prevent them from approaching the city wall.

A violent fluctuation of magical power was heard from the corner tower nearby. A minute later, a siege tower spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into a huge torch.

The flames spread and formed a sea of ​​fire, blocking the way of a clan of orcs.

In a corner of the Orc Legion camp, five Orc shamans gathered in front of an altar, forming a magic circle and guiding magic power.

Dark clouds began to gather above the walls of Frovald, and thunder and lightning were heard.

The Duke of the North on the city wall looked up at the sky and took a heavy iron spear from the guard beside him.

He stared at the sky for a long time, and suddenly threw the iron spear.

At the same time, a huge bolt of lightning struck the wall of Frovald.

The heavy iron spear was like a crossbow thrown from a crossbow, flying thousands of meters into the sky and instantly attracting lightning.

The huge lightning twisted and hit the iron spear, directly disintegrating it and turning it into molten iron.

But this huge lightning also lost its target and disappeared in mid-air.

Leo looked on in amazement.

This is the high-level extraordinary strength. Not only can he accurately sense the arrival of lightning, but he can also throw a several-kilogram iron spear thousands of meters into the air!

This physical interruption is really shocking.

The Grand Duke of the North made a slight move and saved hundreds of city wall guards who would have been killed by the huge electric arc.

The human mages and great witches also took action and worked together to disperse the thunder storm.

Unlike the magic battles that Leo imagined, the low-level mages in the war would not go up to the city walls to participate in the battle, but would hide in the dark as technicians to maintain the magic array and provide logistics.

Their low-level attack spells are only three times more powerful than the longbowmen's arrows, but their human lives are a hundred times more valuable than those of heavy-armored elite soldiers.

High-level mages act as strategic weapons, conducting large-scale attacks or defenses.

If any spell cast by the high-level Orc shaman successfully landed on the city wall, it would cause the death of at least one hundred human warriors.

If a lightning storm like this is not resolved in time, it will continue to release lightning, killing a large number of guards on the city walls and destroying the morale of the defenders.

The same thing happened with the last hailstorm. Even though the hail wasn’t very powerful, for the next day, not only ordinary people but even extraordinary people couldn’t withstand it.

The more high-level battles Leo witnessed, the more he felt that this was a fantasy version of modern warfare.

Missile attacks, strategic bombing, satellite positioning, and information warfare.

Fortunately, the powerful saints do not participate in mortal wars, otherwise it would be at the level of a nuclear war.

In such a world, it is very reasonable for the development of science and technology to lag behind the economic foundation.

Although the spells of the high-level Orc shamans were dissolved one by one by the human magic group, they still continued to release various large-scale spells and fought with the human magic group from a distance.

With them distracting them, the human mage corps no longer had the chance to attack the siege troops.

Compared with the soldiers defending the city, the orc army all over the mountains seemed endless in number, and one wave after another came after their deaths.

Stepping over the piles of corpses of their companions and braving the hail of arrows, the Orc infantry finally approached the city wall.

After placing a large number of siege towers against the city wall, they couldn't wait to start climbing.

The noble men on the city wall had no interest in slaughtering the soldiers, but Leo did not have such reserve.

He walked to a corner of the tower, took off the yew bow on his back, and shot arrows at the orc warriors who were clinging to him below.

The tower was less than fifty meters away from the nearest siege tower, and was located on the flank of the tower, capable of hitting the waist and back of climbing orcs.

Leo shot one arrow after another without stopping.

The orc warriors are individually very powerful and can cause casualties as long as they rush to the top of the city wall.

For every one Leo kills, there will be one less human warrior facing death.

After shooting and killing seven or eight orc warriors, Leo's arrow landed on the back of an orc general.

This orc warrior is taller and more muscular than ordinary orc warriors, and his height is almost two meters and five.

He was only wearing a horned helmet, and his bare upper body was covered with explosive muscles. His arms were as thick as the waists of the big men in the North. He was simply a miniature Hulk.

Leo's heavy arrow was enough to penetrate an ordinary person, but it only penetrated less than five centimeters into his back.

Compared to the orc warrior's sturdy body, a depth of five centimeters is not enough to penetrate his thick muscle layer.

After being hit by two arrows in succession, the orc general finally noticed Leo on the city wall.

He clung to the wooden ladder of the siege tower, growling with his bloody mouth, and threw the one-handed axe in his hand directly at Leo.

The orc warrior's one-handed axe was the human warrior's two-handed axe. It flew in the air, spinning and arriving in front of Leo in a blink of an eye.

A sturdy arm stretched out from the side and caught the high-speed spinning orc battle axe.

Leo was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He turned around and saw that it was Count Beowulf.

This level 8 greatswordsman, who was nearly fifty years old, grinned at Leo and threw the orc battle axe back.

The orc battle axe flew back to the orc warlord at a higher speed and a faster rotation speed, cutting off one of his arms and most of his shoulder from his body.

Then it continued to move forward and destroyed the wooden ladder of the siege tower, pierced through the defensive wooden boards and a supporting column, and then nailed it to the city wall behind.

This is the attack from a high-level strong man!