Chapter 536: Dear Nephew, Why Aren

"What? You're supposed to come in support? Damn it! How could this possibly be my order!"

A Xi Bao shouted angrily, about to berate the stupidity of the wolf soldier commander before him, when the clamor of war drums and horns reached his ears.

And not just once, but twice, three times!

Finally, from the east, west, and north of Han City, four waves of reinforcements arrived in succession, all from those so‑called Satellite Cities.

And each contingent reported that they had received an urgent order from the Prince, demanding they bring as many troops as possible to support, with no room for error!

"How could this be possible?"

A Xi Bao, unwilling to accept it, snatched the letters they had received and glanced at them, noticing the wax seal had clearly been broken, yet the Fox King's and his own seals were stamped perfectly clear.

Moreover, upon close inspection, he found that not only the paper, ink, and handwriting matched his own habits exactly!

If A Xi Bao didn't clearly remember that he had never written anything like this, he would even begin to doubt whether he had suffered amnesia.

It wasn't until he copied a copy on the spot, stamped his and the Fox King's seals on it, compared them carefully and read it three full times that he discovered there were still slight differences in the details.

But at such a negligible level, ha, it can be completely ignored.

So A Xi Bao clutched the two letters, so angry that his hands trembled.

"What… what level of forgery is this!?"

There's no way around it; after all, they've lost several courier squads these past days, and just a few days ago they lost thousands of warriors in one go.

With so many samples and insiders "providing" information, given the players' strength, forging official letters or even infiltrating the royal court army would be far too easy.

Consequently, after they launched their operation, not only could Han City not receive messages from the Satellite Cities, but those four Satellite Cities also could not receive any from Han City.

So when A Xi Bao and the others gathered to discuss the current situation of the Satellite Cities, the Satellite Cities themselves were actually holding a meeting, deliberating on what had happened in the main city.

And unfortunately, the commanders dispatched abroad clearly lacked A Xi Bao's level of strategic composure.

When the severely wounded courier finally delivered that urgent order, they would believe it more than pearls are genuine.

They immediately appointed troops and commanders, each leading over ten thousand soldiers back to rush in and rescue their lord, fulfilling their loyalty.

As for the courier… sorry, after delivering the letter he died, leaving no valuable clues.

At this point A Xi Bao was so anxious he began pacing back and forth, and he hurriedly asked.

"What about the corpse?"

The wolf soldier commanders responded with bitter, strained nods, all at once.

"Yes, Your Highness, confirmed, it's one of 'our' people."

…

Fine, it's just a little trick similar to a simian‑type operative, after all the player has plenty of werewolf corpses at hand.

All you need is to lightly press the game system's reset button, then toss the pre‑prepared substitute messenger from the inventory onto the ground; these dumb wolves won't notice.

After hearing the reports from the four commanders, Ox King suddenly realized, slamming the table.

"Damn, this is a 'lure the tiger out of the mountain' scheme! Nephew, the cities we captured…"

A Xi Bao crossed his arms and simply shook his head.

"Since the humans have set such a massive trap, those few cities now have empty defenses and have probably already been retaken by them."

"Damn!"

Ox King instantly deflated, plopped back down, gritting his teeth.

"These bastards are too terrible, what should we do now?"

A Xi Bao said nothing, but first cast a quiet glance at the Fox King.

He found that the powerful King now wore a puzzled expression, seemingly still mired in his recent mistake.

…Indeed, how could the father king possibly allow a guy with a brain that's barely enough to join his team?

So at this critical moment, as the wolf tribe's prince, he stepped forward without hesitation.

He slammed the table.

"Two great kings, the matter has come to this; pursuing blame or regret now is useless!"

"We can retake a lost city, as long as the people are safe; in my view, we should let the warriors enter the city first!"

That is indeed a solution, and now the tribe warriors gathered outside the three city gates total nearly sixty thousand, a considerable force.

If delayed, trouble would arise; the commanders who received the orders immediately returned to their units, awaiting the magical powered city gate to rise slowly before them.

However, just as they were busy queuing to enter the city, with tens of thousands of troops only halfway in, cold arrows suddenly flew from the darkness afar.

Bang!

"Hm?"

Seeing the comrade beside him collapse inexplicably without even a sigh, the nearby orc warrior was momentarily at a loss to grasp the situation.

Until he noticed his brother was motionless, a half‑arrow still lodged in his neck, he let out a terribly embarrassing shout: "Enemy attack!"

Unfortunately his physical condition was so poor that a louder, passionately emotive, urgent cry of "Everyone run!" immediately drowned him out.

Yet, like in every horror film, a scream not only fails to solve the problem but makes things worse.

Thus, the next second, specks of fire lit up the hills outside the city—flame arrows imbued with multiple enchantments.

The following second, like a reverse‑flowing silver river from the heavens, countless arrows rained down on the orcs who hadn't yet slipped through the gate.

"They're coming, they really are!"

"My god!"

"Ah! My knee got hit by an arrow!"

Below the city wall, wails rose in an instant, but when Han City was built many trees were felled, leaving no cover around.

Thus the orc warriors, who had just finished a long night trek and were still exhausted, could only use their own bodies to brace against the rain of arrows.

And when they hit the ground they realized the incoming projectiles were far more than simple flame arrows.

Bows, crossbow bolts, spears, and even armor‑piercing spikes larger than a gun barrel, hurled by a triple‑bow ballista!

Everything is a chaotic mess, all covered with all sorts of bonus enchantments of varying grades, making defense impossible.

Moreover, logically, even if the orcs had no preparation, as Tribe warriors they at least wear leather armor, and many of them even carry wooden, even iron shields.

If they can unite at the warriors' call and form a dense shield formation, even a single block can buy some time, allowing everyone to retreat into the city.

But for some reason, that orc force is mixed with a few rat… catfish‑like fellows.

They shout and scream while running around wildly, occasionally pulling tiny crossbows from their sleeves, refusing to let anyone huddle together for warmth.

Under their relentless panic‑spreading and sabotage, the orcs, having lost any effective command, can only press their heads toward the city gate.

However, this isn't a matter of dozens or hundreds; even with half already inside, the crowd blocking the gate numbers in the tens of thousands.

The order of entering the city was already precarious; if it erupts into chaos, the gate that was still passable will be completely sealed.

Moreover, they are not wolves under unified command, but tribal warriors from several large and small Tribes, hurried, angry, and filled with resentment.

Thus there is shoving, swearing, trampling, beating, and with the traitorous player's instigation and underhanded tricks, internal strife causes massive casualties.

So when A Xi Bao and others rush to the gates, trying to evacuate the crowd, they find the situation has gone terribly wrong.

Even ants are just trying to survive; who can not care about their own lives?

The panic plague has spread completely; at this point, their orders are useless.

"Although I've said it many times, these humans really are damned!"

But given A Xi Bao's temperament, he didn't foolishly charge straight to the source of the arrows to probe the grass with his own head for hidden ambushers.

Instead, he simply ignored it, sprinted to the other side of Han City to seek the Fox King's help, asking her to launch another large‑area illumination grenade to survey the surroundings before deciding.

However, when he arrived, he found the east side of the city even more miserable than the west.

Here the orcs are not hit by scorching enchanted arrows, but by chilling magical missiles.

Moreover, the ferocity and variety of the human attacks here are no less than those at the West Gate.

Some are so weak they can't even hit, breaking apart mid‑flight, serving only as a pure atmosphere effect—Fireball.

Others fire continuously like magical artillery, eager to shred everything they hit—Storm Feather Blade.

And the Fox King hadn't even had time to act before a panting messenger rushed over, delivering a report from the North Gate.

Indeed, whether intentional or not, the North Gate, which blocked two full reinforcements, was also hit by human attacks, and when they struck, they used the Pioneers' signature firearms and artillery.

Boom—boom—boom—boom—boom, a barrage rained on the walls and gates, shaking the Tribe warriors on the ground so they could barely stand, and the defenders on the ramparts were suppressed to the point they dared not stick out their heads.

But since he took a loss to a tank before, A Xi Bao no longer dares to underestimate these human contraptions; he's even studied them specifically.

His conclusion: they can't trouble a top‑tier powerhouse like himself, but when they're used to crush weaker foes, the area and intensity would make low‑level classes owe them several lives!

Thus, although the North Gate has the most orcs, they die the fastest.

In the blink of an eye morale collapses, they scatter, some even surrender on the spot, becoming a field of defeated soldiers.

Bad news pours in at once; within moments the previously steady battle turns sharply downhill.

So A Xi Bao, angry and bewildered, wonders where these humans suddenly emerged from.

And those reinforcements that were lured out of the city had barely arrived at Han City for less than half an hour—why have they already taken positions around it?

Then again, since the enemy can cut all communications between the main city and its four satellite cities, using fake letters to deceive.

Perhaps after night falls, the occupied zone they thought they fully controlled, the area beyond the walls, becomes the humans' territory.

Those few hours later… ha, that's indeed enough.

Although the situation is dire, after the anxiety A Xi Bao calms down.

After all, the so‑called garrison he sent are merely strongmen from allied Tribes; no matter the casualties, he feels no remorse.

As long as the three level‑70 heroes are here and the three Royal Courts' main forces suffer no major losses, he's confident he can turn the tide!

So he immediately gathers his troops, splits with the two Beast Kings into three columns, racing toward the east, west, and north to aid and counterattack the humans!

However, when the first regular troops reach the gate area, they find the reality differs slightly from their expectations.

Specifically, it's not just the main gate; even the smaller side doors are blocked by frenzied Tribe warriors.

After all, everyone is a subject under the royal court's rule, essentially orc brothers under the great rule of the Wolf King.

They only want to survive; they can't possibly join the humans in a pincer attack, slashing them all to death.

Thus, in this situation, unless they can run three kilometers in one breath, they can't get out, let alone try to close the gate!

They can only climb the wall and snipe whatever is below, covering their comrades.

At this point, troops alone can't turn the tide; they must rely on a General who commands absolute power to deliver the final blow.

According to A Xi Bao's analysis, the North Gate's firepower is too fierce to save, the West Gate's firepower is too weak to worry about, and among the three gates, the East Gate is both most needed and most vulnerable to collapse.

Thus, while ordering the Ox King to the northern battlefield, he and the Fox King stay on the eastern front, preparing a thunderous strike to break the siege and showcase the Beast King's prowess.

But after the Fox King crackled, launching a series of grape‑like Light Spells, the ready‑to‑act A Xi Bao suddenly deflated on the spot.

Can't help it, they're too Hah.

In the deep darkness of the late night, about two hundred meters from the wall, a gentle slope was densely packed with people.

From east to west, from the nearest point to the farthest horizon, they were so densely packed that no end of the line could be seen, the numbers resembling a horde of living dead in a horror tale.

All·Staff·Evil·Person

If I jump down… would that work? I'd be roasted on the spot by a hail of fire!

So the Fox King, just after readying his signature flame‑burst barrage to bolster his worthy nephew, suddenly noticed that A Xi Bao beside him hadn't moved at all.

He turned back, puzzled, and said.

"Worthy nephew, why aren't you advancing?"