Chapter 366: First Kill

At White Stone Intersection, Aierwen, who had been maintaining a silent prayer posture, stood up all at once. The other Paladins rose almost simultaneously, and the peaceful aura that had previously permeated the surroundings instantly took on a hint of bloodthirst. To the south, in the far distance, a small golden dot gradually grew larger, and soon its full form could be seen: it was a robust and spirited pure white horse, with an armored knight sitting on its back.

"Hiss—"

Soon, the Warriors waiting in strict formation at White Stone Intersection heard the white horse's neigh, and then a loud voice came from the front, "The Orcs are coming! The first batch is about two hundred!"

After Mading shouted, he turned back, though his speed was much slower this time, merely keeping watch from afar, outside the Orcs' field of vision.

As for Aierwen's side, there was no commotion due to the impending arrival of the Orcs; everyone watched the south calmly, observing the first small, moving black dots beginning to appear in the far distance.

"Orcs!"

A word occurred to everyone in their hearts simultaneously, and immediately after, the black dots became more numerous; some condensed together, while others dispersed, but looking at their direction—

Jilan Town! Before long, the black dots gradually grew larger, and the Warriors at White Stone Intersection could already clearly distinguish that they were Orcs!

Even just looking from afar, one could seemingly feel the cruel nature of those beasts; those who had come to a realization firmed their beliefs, while those who harbored thoughts of luck completely abandoned any path of retreat.

At this moment, everyone's belief concentrated into one point, and that was to kill!

Aierwen was moved, and a faint Holy Light surged from his body, slowly intertwining with the Holy Light on the other Paladins and spreading to all the Warriors.

A moment.

The sound of hoofbeats, *da-da-da*, drew near. Mading returned again; this time he was very close, and his voice was clearer and louder, "The Orcs are heading to Jilan Town, and several more waves are coming from the south."

Afterward, Mading did not run too far away, but lingered between White Stone Intersection and Jilan Town to the southwest.

At the same time, at Jilan Town not far away.

The first batch of Orcs was about to reach the south wall. Priest Walixi came to the wall in person; by this time, he could clearly see groups and clusters of Orcs running madly toward them.

Those blood-red eyes and protruding lower fangs added a touch of bloodthirst and ferocity to the Orcs' already hideous faces.

Added to the momentum of their charge from the long run, the few soldiers on the wall, even though they had personally experienced an Orc Tide, were still trembling at this very moment.

Walixi glanced disdainfully at a soldier who had almost dropped the long spear in his hand, then watched the approaching Orcs and prayed silently for a few moments. Holy Power filled with the aura of death began to churn beneath his priest's robe, seemingly ready to be released at any moment.

Finally, before the Orcs' attack arrived, their foul and disgusting stench had already drifted over. Priest Walixi frowned, and Holy Power surged out, stimulated by the Bone Staff in his hand.

A dim radiance shot out from the hollow eye sockets of the skull at the top of the Bone Staff, shining out in a cone shape. Two running Orcs died instantly, and their dead bodies maintained their forward momentum, stumbling to the ground after one step.

Following closely behind them, several more Orcs rushed into the range of the dim radiance and were instantly deprived of their lives; even those who were lucky enough not to die immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to join the battle again.

However, this bizarre death failed to scare the Orcs; instead, because of the death of their kind, they became even more violent, and with an unstoppable momentum, they slammed fiercely into the wall of Jilan Town.

Even if those in front had their heads broken and bleeding from the impact, the Orcs behind did not stop; some even crashed directly into their own kind.

Soon, this batch of nearly 200 Orcs all approached the wall, either waving wooden clubs to attack the soldiers on the wall or attacking the wall directly.

Priest Walixi listened to the "bang-bang" sound of wooden clubs hitting the wall and felt some dissatisfaction. Then, he turned the Bone Staff in his hand, and that dim radiance swept across horizontally.

More than a dozen Orcs could not dodge in time and instantly became lethargic. The soldiers on the wall naturally would not let such an opportunity pass; several times as many Long Spears greeted them in unison, turning the Orcs who could not dodge into sieves! Seeing this result, Walixi nodded with satisfaction, then held the Bone Staff high, and all the soldiers on the wall cheered. This cheering sound reached inside the town, triggering even greater cheers.

Not far inside the wall, Lord Kubo watched this scene from afar, feeling both envious and somewhat fearful; his Magic could not yet achieve these things.

If he hadn't seen an Elf with his own eyes and known the potential of Magic, he estimated he would have long since willingly submitted to the old guy.

Just then, an attendant came to report, "My Lord, the weapons, armor, and Warriors are ready; we can go up to the wall at any time."

"Wait a little longer, help me put on my armor first!"

"Yes, my Lord!"

Kubo waited expressionlessly for the two attendants to change him into his armor, and only then did he pick up his weapon and walk toward the wall. If it weren't for the old guy, he wouldn't need to kill enemies himself at all.

But with the old guy around, he had to maintain his presence in Jilan Town at all times, as well as his most important reputation. If he didn't have these, he didn't know when he would die in his sleep.

As the battle became more and more intense, human soldiers were finally being rotated off the wall; some were exhausted, while others had been accidentally struck by Orcs.

The former could continue to fight after recovering a bit, but the latter were at best crippled and at worst killed. At this time, the area around the Rebels, who were originally unwelcome, was finally surrounded by people.

The battle had continued until now, and starting from the first soldier who couldn't help but go over to seek treatment, more and more soldiers realized that the Rebels could save them.

It was the first time the Rebels had appeared on the battlefield not in the form of combat, and they had achieved such good results.

Seeing this scene, Priest Walixi, although he gave his support on the surface, agreed more and more in his heart with the Nether King's secret order: this group of Rebels should be completely wiped out.

Watching the Rebels who were constantly treating the wounded and winning people's hearts, Walixi sneered incessantly in his heart. He knew the nature of this behavior very well, and there would be a price to pay for it later!

Afterward, he called over a confidant, gave some secret instructions, and then went down from the wall.

The subsequent battle became increasingly tragic; even with the protection of the wall, humans ultimately could not avoid being absolutely unharmed.

Of course, for the Orcs, there was no such thing as a tragic battle; there was only whether they were satisfied and whether they were afraid.

The corpses under the wall did not stop the Orcs from continuing to come and hit the wall; instead, because there were more corpses on the ground, they could step on their own kind to jump onto the wall, and this was exactly what they liked! Slaughter, destruction, wanton revelry! Thanks to 【Han Huanlin】 for the 100 reward, thanks to 【Mr. Anderson】 for the 100 reward!! Thanks to everyone for your support!!

(End of chapter)