Chapter 444: The Fortress Falls!

"What do these humans intend..." The orcs, peering through the breach at the commotion at the gate, grew even more perplexed.

Especially the orc chieftain, who frowned deeply.

But in the next instant, he suddenly realized something, his eyes snapping wide open. "Damn it, loose arrows, hurl javelins! Do not let them get moving!"

The orcs and mercenary troops on the wall froze, failing to react in time!

"What are you staring at? Hurry! These humans intend to use horses to pry the gate open! Kill them quickly! Otherwise, the gate cannot withstand such pulling!" the orc chieftain shouted anxiously, explaining.

At this, the orcs and mercenary troops finally understood.

Immediately, one by one, they quickly rose from behind the battlements, gripping longbows or raising spears.

"Ballistae, fire!"

What these orcs did not know was that the Storm Legion outside the city had long anticipated this; the ballistae had been waiting for a long time.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Upon the order, twenty ballistae unleashed a simultaneous volley.

Instantly, twenty streaks of black light shot toward the wall's crest.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Sounds of flesh being pierced rang out; the chests of the mercenary troops and orcs, who had just nocked arrows or raised javelins, exploded with blood.

And this single volley took at least fifty or sixty mercenary troops and orcs.

Of course, the orc archers and javelin throwers were not limited to just these.

Seeing this, the orc chieftain had no time to mourn the fallen warriors of his clan, instead screaming hoarsely, "Quick! Archers and javelin throwers on the left and right, reinforce!"

Hearing this, another fifty or sixty nearby archers and javelin throwers hurriedly converged toward the gate.

Soon, these fifty or sixty men assembled, drawing bows and nocking arrows, ready to fire.

"Cannons! Fire!"

At this moment, shouts came again from outside the city.

However, the orcs this time felt no fear.

They had witnessed the power of these iron tubes; although their lethality was not weak, they certainly could not cover everyone.

Even the orc chieftain thought so. "Do not retreat! The power of those iron tubes is limited. With over sixty of you, they can hit at most seven or eight people! So, everyone must hold firm!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Just then, three booming sounds arrived.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

And after the booms, contrary to all orc expectations, the range of this iron tube volley actually encompassed almost all the orcs.

Thus, blood exploded on the bodies of at least fifty or more orcs, who then fell to the ground with eyes wide open.

There were two lucky ones who, miraculously, remained unscathed and dodged the shotgun blast.

The survivors, having narrowly escaped, looked left and right in shock.

Wasn't it agreed that it could hit at most seven or eight of them?

This... this was almost total annihilation!

"This... this is impossible!" The orc chieftain, originally so confident, saw the second batch of archers and throwers almost wiped out, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

After all, the power of the cannons before was not the same as now.

"Haha! These green-skinned monsters must be scared silly! My lord, let me scare them some more!" Knight Mi Gen was extremely pleased.

Just now, those orcs were so arrogant; now they could not stand up.

"Haha, green-skinned monsters, how is it? Have you felt the power of Divine Punishment?"

"Did you really think we had no backing, daring to attack with only seven hundred men?"

"Let me tell you, this Divine Punishment is our true trump card! Of course, we already gave you the chance to surrender just now!"

"But you missed that opportunity. Below, you will suffer even more Divine Punishment from our God of Human Glory!"

"Di... Divine Punishment? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!" The orc chieftain was incredulous.

"Hmph! Death is at your door and you still do not believe? If it is not Divine Punishment, then what? Magic? Do not tell me that you, a dignified orc chieftain, cannot even sense mana. So, whether it is Divine Punishment or not, you know clearly in your heart!" Knight Mi Gen continued to intimidate.

And that orc chieftain instantly fell into self-doubt.

"Storm Cavalry! Charge!"

Just at this moment, the Storm Cavalry finally completed the connection of all the locks.

With a roar from the squad leader, forty Storm Cavalrymen struck their horses' flanks with their legs, then charged toward the direction opposite the gate.

Clatter, clatter, clatter!

After the cavalrymen charged more than ten meters, the chains connected to the gate's crossbows suddenly snapped taut.

Then, the gate, which was already tottering, shuddered.

Clang! Clang!

As expected, the two doors, riddled with holes, crashed to the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

The Storm soldiers outside the city paused for a moment, then suddenly erupted in cheers.

"It's open! The fortress gate has been opened by us!"

"Haha, yes! The fortress gate has been opened by us; now we can charge directly into the fortress!"

Amidst the cheers, Gervas did not delay. "Lei Meng! Lauren!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The two responded in unison; immediately, Lei Meng drew his longsword with a clashing sound.

"Storm Knights, the enemy fortress is breached. Now is the perfect time for our assault. For my lord, for glory, kill!"

"For my lord! For glory! Kill!"

Lei Meng, leading several knights, charged straight toward the open city gate.

Lauren followed closely behind, "Storm Legion, Longswordmen, charge!!"

"Kill!"

Amidst the cries of battle, more than three hundred Longswordmen also rushed toward the fortress gate.

"Damn it, block them! Do not let them break in..." The orc leader, who had been debating whether this was truly a divine punishment, suddenly snapped to his senses. His eyes turned blood-red as he roared, ordering his subordinates to resist the Storm Legion's assault.

However, the orcs and the vassal army had already been terrified into cowardice by the recent talk of divine punishment.

Thus, the Storm Knights and Storm Guards encountered almost no real resistance as they burst into the fortress interior and began their slaughter.

"Damn it, no retreat! Everyone, fight! Anyone who dares show cowardice or refuse to fight will be reported to His Majesty the Orc King upon our return, and you will all be demoted to slaves; the vassal army will all be executed!"

The orc leader still sought to resist.

Clatter! Clatter!

"Orc, you should worry more about whether you can return alive!"

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose above the orc leader's head.

Looking up, he saw a massive griffin hovering in the air seven or eight meters above him.

"Griffin Knight! This..." The orc leader was both shocked and terrified.

However, Mick was not prepared to give him much chance to talk. The gleaming iron hammer in his hand was already raised high.

Crackling arcs of lightning instantly covered the surface of the hammer.

"Die, you ugly beast!"

Boom-boom-boom!

A white ball of lightning, the size of a basketball, hurtled down at the orc leader.

The orc leader wanted to dodge, but it was too late. Instinctively, he raised the iron-plated shield in his hand to block.

With a deafening boom, the iron-plated shield was shattered into pieces.

However, although the intact ball of lightning was blocked,

the lightning that exploded outward did not vanish immediately. Instead, it spread along the orc leader's arm and covered his entire body.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Instantly, a smell of burning flesh rose from the orc leader's body, and his body involuntarily froze in place.