Chapter 581: Chapter 452, Red Dragon Attack_2
The Great Commander immediately said, “We will do our best to hold back this army, and then ask Mr. Spencer to kill the enemy leader to end this battle.”
Spencer did not refuse. He glanced at the dim sky and nodded, “Sounds good.”
He has the ability to fly, and he himself is a very powerful hero.
Even if he doesn’t succeed in killing the enemy leader, he has the ability to escape.
If successful, he can not only retrieve the treasures he lost but also make the Blackstone Tribe owe him a favor.
It’s a win-win situation. There isn’t much to lose in giving it a try.
Just when the two had finished their conversation.
Somewhere on the watchtower came an orc’s shout, “Enemies are approaching from the sky. There are many.”
Everyone immediately looked up.
Under the dark clouds, a large number of flying units were quickly approaching.
Although far away, they could tell that the shape of the flying soldiers was very similar to their bat knights.
It was very difficult to raise these wyvern bats and train their knights.
The Blackstone Tribe had only built up around 2000 bat knights over several decades.
Among these 2000 people, many have already died in battle.
However, the number of skeleton flying units approaching head-on, not only similar in shape to the bat knights but also in their large number, astonished them.
The Great Commander did not dare to delay and immediately ordered, “Archers get ready and stop the undead from approaching.”
Criers immediately passed on his orders.
The archers in the city were ready for battle, aimed, and drew their bows at the dark sky.
As the Skeleton Bat Knights flew over the city.
A voice said, “Loose!”
Woosh!
Arrows whizzed out towards the dim sky.
However, the Skeleton Bat Knights did not seem to have plans to attack from the air.
They kept a high distance from the ground.
Clap!
Clap, clap!
The shot arrows disappeared in the dark night.
Not a single undead was hit.
What was falling was cylindrical objects omitting white smoke.
Skeleton Bat Knights swiftly flew over the city, sprinkling cylindrical objects all over the city like fliers.
The orcs picked them up to examine them.
“What are these,” they wondered.
“Short sticks?”
“Oh, I know! These undead are trying to kill us by hitting us with these.”
Outside the city wall, the skeleton army stopped moving, staying within a certain range, waiting.
Everyone in the city was speculating about the cylindrical objects that fell.
These objects could definitely harm a person if they hit them.
But why were these things shaped like this? It would be more lethal to throw stones from a high altitude.
An orc, carrying a cylindrical object, ran towards the city wall and shouted, “Great Commander, the whole city is filled with these things. Do you know what they are for?”
Just as he approached.
The smoke from the cylindrical object he held had burned up completely.
Boom!
An explosion sounded making ears ring.
Under the watch of the Great Commander and others, the orc was instantly blown to pieces, where even the cobbles under his feet were crushed to debris.
Before the Great Commander could say anything.
Boom, boom, boom!
There were dense explosions all over the city, every corner of the city echoed with it.
The assorted strategic arrangement of troops was shattered into chaos in the explosions. The bodies of countless orcs blasted into pieces flying all over the place along with raindrops.
The world seemed to shake and dust filled the sky.
The explosion lasted five to six minutes.
The city was filled with think smoke and a scent of gunpowder.
The Great Commander crawled out of the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood and looking towards the inner city.
Wherever he looked, all he saw were ruins, the mutilated bodies strewn everywhere, and his clansmen howling in pain.
With bloodshot eyes, the Great Commander grimaced in distress.
It was over, the Blackstone Tribe was over.
Before the Great Commander could give any further orders, rapid and low drumbeats echoed from the direction of the skeleton army outside the city.
Dong~dong, dong~~dong, dong, dong.
The drum beats were becoming more rapid.
Then, the ground began to vibrate again ever so slightly.
Those who had survived on the city wall immediately peered outside, only to see the skeleton soldiers that were waiting in the killing field, had already started to attack the city wall.
They did not bring any siege equipment.
They just charged forward directly without a care.
“Regroup, quickly get back to your posts, the enemy is attacking!” As the Great Commander vomited blood, he roared.
But those who responded to him were still moaning in pain and howling in agony.
Only a handful of lightly wounded soldiers, fewer than a hundred, staggered up on the city wall.
The view from the top, however, was filled with desperation and numbness.
This Undead Army was not something they could resist at all.
Even the Great Commander began to regret why he had helped the Dragon Clan and provoked those spiders.
Watching as the skeleton soldiers rushed below the city wall like a tide, and then step on their companion’s bodies to climb down the city wall.
Like a dense swarm of ants, they clung to the city wall and spread upwards.
Climbing the city wall with their bodies was something they had never seen before.
But for these skeletons, it was devilishly effective and fast.
“It’s over, it’s all over,” said the Great Commander, slumping to the ground and muttering to himself.
The battle had only just begun.
And it’s already over.
Originally, he thought he could rely on the city wall to hold off until the clan leader came to move the troops from Tasgo Orc City for help.
But now it seems that we can’t hold on until then.
By the time the clan leader comes back, it would be just to collect the dead bodies.
One after another, some orc warriors slowly climbed up the city wall.