Chapter 435: Cannons Fire!

Two thousand orcs moved out swiftly.

Even so, to allow the orc warriors to reach the gate quickly, other servant troops on the gentle slope were ordered to withdraw.

Clear a path for the orc warriors.

At this moment, the orc warriors resembled the elite army of a human noble house.

At this critical juncture of battle, the orc warriors are the key to victory!

Arriving at the gate, the orcs unleashed their strength together.

Instantly, the massive gate, already half-closed, was shoved open.

"Roar! Charge inside!"

After the gate opened, the orcs did not hesitate—they swung their weapons and surged into the gateway.

"Ballistae, fire!"

Sssss! Sssss! Sssss!

Ppppp! Ppppp! Ppppp!

The five ballistae behind the gateway naturally would not let the orcs charge unimpeded—five thick arrows shot out, striking the front-line orcs directly.

And because the gateway was narrow, each arrow this time claimed at least four orc warriors.

After one volley, twenty orcs fell.

Yet this time, Moral did not even frown at the sight.

Because once they breached the gate, victory belonged to them—the sacrifice of twenty orc warriors was worth it.

Under this relentless, death-defying charge, the castle gate was inevitably shattered.

"Roar, kill!"

Amid the battle cries, the orcs jammed at the gate finally found their outlet and surged rapidly into the castle.

"They've broken in! Ha! Lord Moral, our orc warriors have broken in!"

"Ha! These damned two-legged sheep are finally done for—I'll tear them apart limb by limb!"

The orc leaders and captains began cheering.

A smile curled at Moral's lips.

"A few hundred humans dare oppose our three thousand orc warriors? Even if they can match us one-on-one, what does it matter? They'll still die at the hands of our orc warriors!"

It was no wonder Moral and the others were so triumphant.

Victory now belonged to them.

As winners, they could naturally savor the fruits of victory.

Of course, Moral did not know that Gervas's smile at this moment was no smaller than his own.

Because the retreat of the spearmen was his greatest bait.

The bait has been cast—the prey is hooked; it is time to haul in the net!

"Lei Meng, begin!!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Lei Meng immediately raised his horn.

As knight captain, he not only understood military horns but could play them flawlessly.

Ooooo!

The sound of the horn echoed from within the castle.

"What's going on?"

Moral and the others froze, each listening in confusion to the horn's cry from inside the castle.

What use was blowing a horn now?

And having heard human horns before, they knew this was clearly a human attack signal.

So what was there left to attack at this point?

But Moral and the others' confusion did not last long, for the ranged squad inside the castle, having received the signal, finally moved into action.

More precisely, it was the artillery squad within the ranged unit that finally activated.

The two windows above the back garden gate burst open, aimed directly at the fighting orcs.

"Cannons! Ignite!"

Sssss!

The fuses were lit, slowly vanishing into the dark cannon barrels.

Yet the orcs remained oblivious—several captains were even delighted by the roars coming from the front courtyard.

Because those roars told them the castle gate had been breached.

So victory already belonged to their orc clan!

"Orc warriors, the castle gate has been breached—victory belongs to our orc clan! Fight hard, slaughter all these two-legged…"

Boom—Boom—

Mid-sentence, two brilliant bursts of flame erupted from the windows dozens of meters ahead.

These flashes were so dazzling, they seemed like divine miracles.

Accompanying the fire were two thunderous roars.

The roars drowned out his words—and suddenly, he felt a chill in his chest.

"Ugh… what's happening?"

The orc captain looked down in confusion—and in the next instant, his eyes bulged wide.

For his chest had, without warning, opened into a bloody hole.

Bright red blood gushed out in large streams, along with his strength rapidly draining away.

"What… is this…?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The orc captain collapsed, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

Of course, with him came many more of his comrades.

Looking around, on the lawn in that instant, at least fifty or sixty orcs had fallen.

"This… what's going on?"

"I don't… don't know! There are no arrows or spears in them—this blood hole appeared suddenly!"

"Could… could it be divine punishment?"

The orcs' combat will was indeed stronger than that of humans.

Because their living environment was harsher than that of humans, and furthermore, as a tribe-centered people, they were more willing to sacrifice for their clan.

Yet, this tribe-based way of life had a clear weakness: they were more prone to worship and belief.

In simple terms, they were more superstitious.

Just like the western tribes before.

They too took this inexplicable scene as divine punishment.

Hearing the trembling voices of the orcs, Laurent, who was leading the battle, turned his eyes.

He recognized this scene!

He had encountered it before during the western campaign.

He immediately shouted, "Ha! The God of Glory has sent divine punishment—He has come to aid us! Storm Warriors, strike now and kill all these orcs!"

"Kill!"

At Laurent's battle cry, the swordsmen began to press forward.

The orcs, stunned and uncertain, saw their resistance weaken by several times; they began retreating, pushed back against the castle wall in the back garden.

Their fate, as one could imagine, was clear.

Two cannons were now being frantically reloaded.

…

Besides the back garden, the last of Gervas's three cannons was positioned in the front courtyard.

At this moment, this cannon was aimed at the castle's main gate.

As more and more orcs poured in, nearly filling half the front courtyard, Gervas knew it was time.

"Cannons! Fire!"

Boom—Boom—Boom!

The same scene as in the back garden unfolded in the front courtyard.

Amid bursts of flame, the orc crowd erupted into chaos.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Blooms of blood erupted—nearly thirty orcs collapsed directly into pools of blood.

"This… what's going on?"

"I saw the flash of light and a deafening boom, and then… then they fell!"

"Flash of light? Deafening boom? Could it be divine punishment?"

"Oh heavens, this must be divine punishment—in the blink of an eye, dozens of warriors are dead! What else could it be?"

"Everyone, run! This human can summon divine punishment!"

The situation in the back garden was replicated in the front courtyard.

Of course, since they had an escape route, the situation they would face would be even more brutal than in the back garden.

These were all moving merits—since they had entered their own trap, they would not be allowed to escape.

So Gervas prepared to unleash his greatest arrangement of the night.

Yet, unlike those in the back garden, they had a way out.

"Mi Gen!"

"Yes, my lord!"