Chapter 414: It Is Our Turn to Take the Field!

"Legion warriors, the great gate is open! Charge in! Kill!"

"Kill!"

As the great gate opened, the soldiers of the Great Noble Legion did not hesitate; at the shouts of their respective captains, they rushed toward the gate.

Seeing the dense mass of over a thousand legion guards charging the city gate, Mil and the others could no longer wait.

"Gervas, can we enter now?"

But Gervas continued to wait calmly. "Wait a little longer!"

"Still have to wait?" Mil and the others showed anxiety on their faces.

"Roar! Block these damned humans! Do not let them rush into the city!"

Just as Mil and the others finished speaking, before Gervas could reply, the orcs' shouts echoed from within the city first.

"Roar, roar, roar! Kill!"

Following that came the roars of countless beasts.

When these beast roars appeared, the legion formation that had been constantly charging instantly halted.

Then, dense screams of agony came from ahead.

"Quick, retreat quickly! Damn it, the orc reinforcements have arrived!"

"Everyone, retreat quickly! The orcs are blocking the front!"

Desperate shouts continued to come from ahead; gradually, the legion guards who had been surging toward the city gate changed direction, fleeing backward one after another.

Then, the scene at the city gate ahead was revealed.

There, at the city gate, stood a large number of orcs; it was these orcs who blocked the legion soldiers' path and had slaughtered legion soldiers all over the ground.

Of course, one could not say the legion soldiers lacked combat power or could not charge in.

The narrow tunnel inside the city gate was several meters long; with the orcs standing at the inner end, it was truly one man holding the pass against ten thousand.

Even with their numerical advantage, the legion guards could not bring it to bear.

Indeed, because of the crowding behind them, pressed person-to-person, they could not exert any combat power and were simply pushed directly under the orcs' Shi Fu and long blades.

After the orcs hacked down huge groups, the legion guards were filled with fear and dared not approach for a short time.

The orcs did not pursue them out; they merely occupied the city gate, preparing to close the great gate that had been so hard-won.

"This..." Mil and the others, seeing this scene, were filled with goosebumps; now they finally understood why Gervas had made them wait.

Had they charged at the very front just now, the corpses all over the ground ahead would have been entirely their subordinates.

"Gervas, the city gate is occupied by the orcs again. Can tonight's battle still succeed?" While still feeling the aftertaste of fear, Mil and the others could not help but grow worried.

"Rest assured, the orcs will surely be defeated; they cannot hold. Because now it is our turn to take the field!"

"Our turn to take the field? Now?" Mil, Ian, and the others looked at one another in surprise.

"Exactly. If we attack and charge in at this moment, do you think the merit will be great? Will the number of orc heads be many? Will the battle record be dazzling?"

"Great!"

"Many!"

"Dazzling!"

Everyone had no doubt.

"Then let's go!"

Gervas was not polite; he directly led everyone toward the now-empty city gate outside.

Because the city gate tunnel was piled high with numerous corpses, the orcs were still nervously clearing them away at this moment before they could truly close the great gate.

This gave Gervas and the others some time.

Of course, the current Legion Presidents did not know Gervas's decision; seeing the legion soldiers retreat in disarray, the Legion President and the two Dukes grew anxious.

"Quick, order the charge! No one is allowed to retreat! Whoever dares to retreat will be executed on the spot!" The Legion President was truly desperate; inside the city were twenty thousand Great Noble Legion soldiers.

If this plan failed this time, the losses would be absolutely incalculable, even more severe than the total annihilation of the Minor Nobles last time.

"Huh, those fellows!"

Just then, Duke Hernand suddenly cried out in surprise.

The Legion President was somewhat puzzled, but in the next instant, he too immediately spotted the extraordinary scene that had suddenly appeared at the city gate.

At the moment when all the legion guards were shrinking back and refusing to advance, a Minor Noble formation arrived at the very front and charged toward the gate.

"Is it Gervas and the others?" the Legion President asked in surprise.

"Although there are no flags, it absolutely cannot be wrong; those spear soldiers are the best mark!" Duke Hernand gave an affirmative answer.

Hearing this, the hope in the President's eyes suddenly bloomed. "It really is him. In that case, there is still hope for the city gate!"

Immediately, he looked back at the messenger.

"First, tell the soldiers not to charge; let them wait for that Minor Noble formation to act, and be on standby at all times!"

"Yes, President!" The messenger hurried away.

Roar, roar, roar!

On Gervas's side, they soon approached the city gate. Seeing them approach, the orcs inside the tunnel bared their teeth, showing their fangs to Gervas and the others, clearly warning them not to act rashly.

"Truly a group of little cuties!" Gervas smiled slightly and stepped aside to the side.

The spear soldiers behind him did the same, quickly moving to both sides to reveal the five ballistae in the middle.

Seeing these ballistae, the orcs were stunned; in the next instant, fear appeared in the eyes of many orcs.

Many among them had seen this thing on the battlefield a few days ago.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Thud, thud, thud!

But before they could react, several huge black beams shot out toward them.

Puff-puff-puff!

Roar-roar-roar!

Instantly, the gate passage was filled with roars.

The orcs blocked the city gate, limiting the legion soldiers' numerical advantage.

Similarly, they themselves needed to rely on a dense formation to hold this position.

So, after the ballista fired, it was no different from skewering candied haws.

Amidst the splashing blood mist, a single ballista bolt harvested at least four or five orcs.

And after witnessing the ballista's power, the orcs in the rear naturally dared not stand upright waiting in place, but instead hurriedly hid behind the gate passage.

Of course, at this moment, Gervas still had not ordered a charge inside, but waited quietly.

When the ballista completed its second reload, he finally gave the order to advance.

However, the ones charging at the very front were not the spear soldiers, but the ballista again.

The effect of doing this was that the orcs who had hidden behind the gate passage, originally intending to ambush, immediately cried out "Old Six."

If these two-legged sheep soldiers charged in, they would naturally swarm around them immediately.

But the moment the ballista appeared with its string already drawn, they hesitated not a second before starting to flee toward the distance.

"Damn it, no retreat! Everyone, hold the city gate!"

Seeing this, an orc captain stamped his feet in anger, constantly scolding his clan members who were retreating.

However, very quickly, his hair suddenly stood on end; he saw that one of the ballistas, hearing him shout so loudly, had actually aimed directly at him.

"This..." The orc captain widened his eyes, feeling only cold air rise from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

And in the next instant, he wanted to make a move.

Whoosh!

Thud!

The ballista shook violently, a black light shot out, and in an instant pierced through his body.