Chapter 433: Battle of Baron Karle's Castle!

"Ballista, fire!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Ten massive crossbow bolts shot out, piercing the servant army ranks like black lightning.

In an instant, ten crimson blood mist plumes sprayed into the sky; each massive bolt harvested three or four servant soldiers.

This was still due to the angle.

If fired at a level angle, given the servant soldiers' bodies, each ballista bolt piercing through five or six people would be no problem.

Of course, even at this current angle, with a full ten units, it still made Moral clench his fist.

He thought, if the servant army were replaced by Orc warriors, what a terrifying scene that would be.

That loss would absolutely make his heart ache.

"Archers and crossbowmen, shoot!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Soon, the charging servant army entered the archers' and crossbowmen's range.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Although ordinary arrows did not deal high damage to Orcs.

For the servant army, the lethality was already extremely great.

After one volley of arrow rain, at least thirty or forty servant soldiers fell.

"I have three thousand servant soldiers. Even if you possess massive crossbows, you still cannot stop the servant army's advance. Once they charge to the city gate, it will be the end for you two-legged sheep!"

Facing the servant army's casualties, Moral naturally did not care.

The servant army was consumable material; once they died, just raid again and round them up again.

Today, as long as this Karle Castle is taken, everything is worth it.

As if predicting Moral's thoughts, Gervas on the city wall saw the servant soldiers charging closer and closer, beginning to rush up the gentle slope, and suddenly smiled slightly.

"It is time to deploy the spearmen!"

"Yes, my lord!" Battalion Commander Lauren responded, quickly jogging down the city wall.

Creak! Creak!

The next moment, a sound came from the city gate.

"What is happening?"

"Great Leader, the castle gate is o... opening!"

"How is this possible?" Moral said "how is this possible" with his mouth, but the fact of the city gate opening also came into view.

First a thin crack, then slowly opening completely.

"These humans, what do they want to do?"

Several subordinates beside Moral looked at each other; were these humans crazy?

Facing such a disadvantage, they actually opened the city gate.

Of course, very soon, the Orcs would know why.

Only hearing a shout suddenly come from inside the castle, "Spearmen, deploy!"

"Kill!"

The next instant, human soldiers holding spears rushed out of the castle one by one, arriving on the lawn outside the city gate.

In just a blink, these spearmen finished forming their formation on the lawn, completely blocking the six-meter-wide gentle slope.

"Spearmen! Great Leader Moral, it is that human spearman!"

For these human soldiers holding ultra-long spears, almost all Orcs had a deep impression.

"Damn it!" Without his subordinates shouting, Moral could also recognize these as the spearmen he had been 'thinking of constantly'.

"Kill!" Facing the spearmen, the servant soldiers were not so afraid.

The reason was simple; this batch of servant soldiers had not yet seen the spearmen's power.

Braving the arrow rain, they were soon about to charge to the top of the gentle slope.

Looking at the mere hundred-man spear formation ahead, these servant soldiers felt that these enemies opposite must have broken brains.

Having city walls but not hiding inside, actually opening the gate voluntarily; this was simply asking for death.

"Kill!"

When the distance to the spearmen was less than ten meters, the servant soldiers let out a shout.

"Spear formation, raise spears!"

"Kill!"

"Spear formation, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Of course, what greeted these ignorant servant soldiers was naturally the spear formation's thunderous blow.

As the spears thrust out, waves of blood blossomed; dense spears all accurately pierced into the charging servant soldiers.

The servant army momentum, originally like a tide, halted for a moment.

However, the huge inertia still forcibly squeezed many front-row servant soldiers toward the spear tips of the rear ranks of the spearmen.

"Spearmen, withdraw!"

"Kill!"

"Spearmen! Thrust!"

"Kill!"

However, no matter how the servant army reacted, the spearmen continued as they pleased.

As veterans of many battles, they had long learned to keep their minds clear of all distractions, turning themselves into ruthless killing machines.

"Damn it!" This time, the orc chieftains and captains could no longer turn a blind eye.

For those mere hundred spearmen, leveraging the terrain advantage, had actually managed to hold back three thousand soldiers of the servant army.

This also meant that their wish to capture this castle relying on the servant army was basically dashed.

"Great Chieftain, what now? The powerful human spearmen are truly here; relying on those useless servants now definitely won't capture this castle!"

"Since we have confirmed the spearmen are truly inside, then no matter what, we must complete the mission entrusted by His Majesty the Beast King!"

"Send three hundred orc warriors to mix among those servants and press the spearmen!"

"Additionally, detach one hundred warriors to the rear to prepare sufficiently long tree vines."

"In a moment, we will use the Bloodthirsty Bat Knights to launch a different kind of surprise attack on this castle!"

Morar was not panicked.

A mere baron's keep; he had a hundred methods to offer it up.

And the fact that the enemy had deployed spearmen not only did not make him lose heart, but instead made him more determined to capture this castle.

Because these spearmen were his greatest merit this time, even if that information from Minister Weilade was somewhat suspicious.

But as long as these spearmen were killed, then this trip would not have been in vain.

"Yes, Great Chieftain Morar!"

In the next instant, four hundred orcs moved out.

One hundred walked toward the forest in the rear to prepare the tree vines.

And the other three hundred orcs mixed into that army of three thousand servants.

Thus, even though the ballista above posed a threat to them as well, because they were sufficiently dispersed, the risk of casualties was directly minimized.

And after these orcs charged up the gentle slope and mixed among the servants, they immediately brought considerable pressure to the spearmen.

They specifically hid behind the servants, using their own immense strength to pry open the spearheads.

Although the spearmen could quickly correct themselves, this brief moment of opening also gave the servants a chance to exploit, launching an advance.

Fortunately, the spearmen were well-trained, and comrades in the rear seamlessly filled in with their spears.

Otherwise, with the addition of these orcs, the spear formation might truly have been breached.

Of course, because of these orcs, the spear formation's efficiency in killing enemies also began to decline.

Now, the spearmen also began to become entangled in combat with these orcs and servants.

And this was the effect Morar needed.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon half an hour later arrived.

This differed greatly from Morar's original expectation, that he could capture Baron Kaler's Keep in just half an hour.

However, this did not matter, because victory would ultimately belong to their orc warriors.

"Great Chieftain Morar, the tree vines are ready!"

"Excellent, have the warriors prepare; this time we will wipe out this human squad that dares to offend the orc warriors in one fell swoop!"

"Yes, Great Chieftain Morar!"