Chapter 366: Screaming Won

With a creaking sound, Bato froze.

Because the wooden gate in the center of the wall had actually opened slowly.

Are these humans looking to die?

"G... ervas, what are you doing!!!"

In fact, someone was even more shocked than Bato—that was Mil and the other nobles.

They dared to stay and face the orcs because this sturdy wooden wall was their greatest confidence.

But now Gervas has opened the wooden gate—doesn't that nullify the wall's advantage entirely?

"Gentlemen, each of you hold your positions on the wall. Leave this spot to me!" Gervas quickly reassured them.

Though Mil and the others were worried, they ultimately said nothing further.

After all, as long as Gervas wasn't insane or seeking suicide, he must have a plan.

Of course, Bato on the other side had no idea what this two-legged noble could do.

He only knew this two-legged creature was walking straight into death.

With the wall standing, our forces would suffer heavy losses just to break in.

But without the wall's barrier, these two-legged creatures will be lambs waiting to be slaughtered by our blades and clubs.

"You few, keep climbing the wall! The rest of you, follow me!"

He left over a dozen of his kin to keep climbing the wooden wall—to distract the other humans.

Then Bato swiftly led over forty subordinates toward the wooden gate, fearing the humans might close it again.

To his relief, the humans did not shut the gate again—they instead deployed a force of over fifty two-legged soldiers to block the entrance!

"Two-legged noble, thank you for opening the gate myself. I promise you, when I kill you, I'll make it quick!"

"Green-skin orc, do you really think you can charge in? Come and try!" Gervas smiled mockingly, issuing the same challenge.

Bato wasted no more time, roaring: "Charge in! Tear apart these two-legged creatures!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Amidst the battle cries, forty orcs launched their charge.

And the momentum of these orcs charging across open ground was no less than that of forty cavalrymen.

"Spearmen, raise your spears!"

"Kill!"

Gervas's fifty spearmen reacted instantly.

"Spearmen, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Roar!

As the spears pierced toward them, the charging orcs showed no fear—they believed they could simply swing their weapons to block them.

And that's exactly what they did.

But when they swung their iron blades, stone axes, and wolf-tooth clubs to deflect the front-row spears, the rear-row spears thrust forward again.

Thus, the orcs, unfamiliar with such perfectly coordinated human spear formations, could only watch helplessly as spearheads pierced their bodies.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

A series of metallic thuds pierced flesh; seven or eight orcs in the front row burst open with vivid blooms of blood.

"Roar! You damned two-legged creatures!!"

Seeing this, Bato roared in fury, breaking from his ranks, his body glowing with crimson light.

"Spearmen, retreat ten steps!"

Gervas had already prepared for this—the spearmen swiftly withdrew.

But the enraged Bato still tried to pursue, when a figure darted from the side, blocking his path.

"Green-skin orc, your opponent is here!"

The newcomer was naturally Lei Meng.

"Two-legged creature, die!"

Seeing himself blocked, Bato grew even more furious, venting all his rage upon Lei Meng.

His blade, wreathed in thick crimson light, slashed toward Lei Meng.

Lei Meng did not flinch, raising his sword to block.

Clang! Bato's powerful strike was firmly stopped by Lei Meng, without the slightest strain.

Bato's face changed.

"You're a human Silver Knight?"

"Correct, green-skin orc. Come, let's see who ends up cutting off the other's head!"

"Die, human!" Bato, fully enraged, swung his blade again, meeting Lei Meng's sword in direct clash.

Lei Meng used the opportunity to draw him aside.

"Spearmen, advance!"

Taking advantage of Bato's distraction, the spearmen moved forward again.

Roar! Roar!

The orcs refused to yield, charging once more.

But the outcome was predictable.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Amidst the sounds of blades piercing flesh, several more orcs were pierced like sieves.

"Roar! Fall back! Retreat from the camp!"

At this moment, Bato realized he had been tricked.

He also understood that these humans were unlike any he had ever encountered.

"Think you can run? Too late! Lower the gate!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Above the gate, Mi Gen immediately responded, slashing hard at the rope.

Boom! A simple gate dropped from above.

This had been prepared in advance.

The gate was crude—even to reduce weight, it had gaps in the middle, through which ordinary people could easily slip.

But it was more than enough to block the massive bodies of orcs.

Instantly, all orcs attempting to retreat were trapped.

A few desperate orcs immediately swung their stone axes and wolf-tooth clubs wildly at the barrier.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Soon, the insufficiently sturdy wooden posts shattered into halves.

But this wasn't enough—it couldn't destroy the entire gate structure.

Meanwhile, seizing this moment, the spearmen advanced.

"Spearmen, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

"Thrust!"

"Kill!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

One wave of orcs fell after another.

The remaining orcs, sensing they had no chance of survival, did not beg.

Instead, they grew even more ferocious—like cornered mad dogs baring their fangs.

Too bad—once they arrogantly entered the camp gate, their deaths were sealed.

Even if the spearmen couldn't kill them all, Gervas still had swordsmen, knights, and other forces at his disposal.

Now, he simply wanted to eliminate them with minimal losses!

"Damn humans!"

At this moment, Bato, locked in combat with Lei Meng, glared with bloodshot eyes.

He finally felt a flicker of regret—regret for not heeding his leader's words.

More than that, he couldn't understand why these two-legged creatures were so different from before.

In the past, even if humans outnumbered us, one charge and a few brutal kills would send them fleeing in panic.

But this time was different.

These two-legged creatures didn't break—they dared to launch a counterattack.

Puff!

At that moment, Lei Meng seized his chance and drove his sword into Bato's thigh.

Roar!

In pain and fury, Bato collapsed to one knee.

"Stop screaming! Even if you scream until your throat breaks, it won't help!" Lei Meng sneered, raising his longsword once more to strike Batuo.

With his mobility lost, Batuo could not block Lei Meng's attack; within moments, his shoulder was pierced again.

"Huh? Lei Meng, you're truly a genius—can you really use that line like this?!"

Gervas, standing aside, struggled to keep his expression composed.

Say, Lei Meng, is this really the right place for that line?

Lei Meng thought it was perfectly appropriate!

As Batuo's wounds multiplied, soon enough, Lei Meng drove his sword straight through the man's heart, felling him utterly.

As he collapsed helplessly to the ground, gazing at the flickering bonfire, Batuo danced his final dance—the Thunder Dance!

"Ugh…"

At last, the Thunder Dance ended. Batuo's head lolled to one side, silent and still.

The orc Batuo is dead!

"B…Lord Batuo is dead! Run, everyone!"

With Batuo's death, the dozen or so orcs left outside the wooden wall finally felt fear—and began to flee!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Of course, they still faced the ballistae.

Five ballistae reloaded; five bolts shot forth, instantly cutting down five more fleeing orcs.