Chapter 464: Magic Gate!

"Hah! They ran! The orcs ran!"

"My lord, look! The green-skinned devils have fled!"

With the orcs’ retreat, the Storm Legion erupted in cheers.

Mi Gen and several knights also burst into triumphant laughter.

Though Gervas’s lips curled in a smile, he knew this was not the time to be complacent.

"Don’t let your guard down—those orcs didn’t know our strength, so they left the gate open."

"Now that they know my power, they’ve retreated inside the inner camp and are surely prepared. That’s the real test tonight!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Mi Gen and the others paid little heed; after all, they had cannons, and taking a wooden camp like this was still relatively easy.

Soon, Gervas led his subordinates to surround the inner camp of the King’s Tent Palace.

Though called the inner camp, its area was by no means small compared to the entire King’s Tent Palace—it was nearly half the size of Baron’s Keep.

Moreover, its walls were two meters taller than the outer ones.

The materials were even heavier: the wooden stakes used for the walls were thick enough for a man to embrace.

Thus, without special means, capturing such a wooden fortress was no different from assaulting a stone-walled castle.

"Hah! You green-skinned orcs, why did you run? Weren’t you so proud just now? Were you frightened by our mighty Lord Gervas?"

Mi Gen continued playing the role of the sharp-tongued taunter, mocking the orcs atop the wooden wall.

Though the orcs on the wall surely wouldn’t fall for it this time, it didn’t matter—it was just for amusement.

Indeed, Prada’s face turned even greener as he spat in a voice rasping from his throat: "You two-legged sheep, don’t get cocky. The ground you stand on now belongs to our orcish people."

"Before long, our orcish army will detect your trail. When they arrive, you’ll be wiped out without even a grave!"

"Hah! Green-skinned devils, do you really think you can wait for your orcish army to return? No—you’ll be wiped out by the Storm Legion tonight!"

"So even if your orcish army does come, you won’t live to see it! Hahahaha!" Mi Gen laughed loudly.

Prada’s face flushed red then pale, but after a deep breath, he sneered: "Hmph! Two-legged sheep, I don’t believe you can take our inner camp. Try if you dare—I, Prada, will make you regret it!"

"Huh!" Gervas immediately sensed something unusual.

After all, just moments ago, the orcs had been battered by cannons, ballistae, and "Rage of Glory"—they should have been terrified.

Yet this orc leader, Prada, gave Gervas the unsettling impression that he had some hidden confidence.

"Lauren! Begin the attack!"

Gervas no longer delayed—he issued the battle order immediately.

For assaulting a wooden encampment, the Storm Legion had a well-established system.

The most efficient method was to blast the gate with cannons, then use ballistae and cavalry to pull it down, after which the main force would pour through.

And now the Storm Legion did exactly that.

First, ballistae suppressed the wall; then, cannons opened fire!

Boom! Boom!

The roar echoed as three cannons fired in unison at the wooden gate.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

But to the Storm Legion’s shock, the gate did not explode as expected—well, technically, its outer layer was pierced, and wood splinters flew everywhere.

Yet behind the gate lay another layer: a metal wall.

Several iron shot struck the metal wall with thunderous thuds, then bounced off, utterly blocked.

Logically, unless it was solid iron plate, ordinary iron sheeting couldn’t withstand cannon fire.

Even if it didn’t pierce through, a deep dent was inevitable.

But everyone had clearly seen: after a faint purple glow flashed across the iron gate, the cannonballs were stopped cold—and the gate remained unscathed.

"This… this…" Mi Gen and the others stared, dumbfounded.

"A magical artifact?" Gervas and Knight Captain Lei Meng exchanged a glance—both saw shock in the other’s eyes.

Magical artifacts falling into orc hands wasn’t too surprising—they were a power equal to humans, with many means and channels.

But a magical artifact as large as this gate? That was extremely rare.

It wasn’t just the materials—the craftsmanship was vastly more difficult.

So the gate of the orcish King’s Tent Palace was made of a magical artifact? Seriously?

Of course, today’s intelligence had already hinted that the inner camp’s gate wasn’t ordinary.

Though it hadn’t explicitly named it a magical artifact, it had confirmed its uniqueness.

Now, the truth was simply revealed.

"Hah! You two-legged sheep, this is the King’s Tent Palace—did you really think it’d be so easy to breach?" Prada’s mocking voice rang down from above.

In truth, Prada had been sweating just moments ago—the human iron tubes had been terrifyingly powerful.

But now, it seemed the gate held.

Though only the gate bore the magical artifact.

Still, with the gate secure, even if humans damaged other parts of the wall, they couldn’t easily break in.

"Damn it! These green-skinned devils are too arrogant—they’ve already forgotten how frantically they fled into this inner camp!" Mi Gen gritted his teeth.

"They’ve pulled one over on us this time! No one’s ever attacked the orcish King’s Tent Palace before—we never knew it had such thorough defenses!" Gervas muttered.

"My lord, what now? Should we bombard the wooden walls? I don’t believe these orcs have magical artifacts on every section!"

"Useless, Mi Gen. The wall differs from the gate—it’s made of individual wooden stakes. Even if we blast them to splinters with cannons, we won’t create a large breach."

"A gap just wide enough for one or two men to squeeze through? That’s exactly what the orcs want—it’ll make our Storm Guards walk into their slaughter!" Gervas immediately shook his head.

After all, if the gate were breached, it would be at least four to five meters wide.

Either cavalry charges or spear formations could advance through.

But a one- or two-meter gap? That’s not an assault—it’s delivering meat to the orcs.

"My lord, then… what do we do?"

The camp still held over a thousand orcs—even if they forced an assault, success wasn’t guaranteed.

"Don’t rush. First, bombard the walls."

"But… my lord, didn’t you just say cannon fire on the walls is useless?"

"True, it’s not very effective—but we can’t just stand idle. We must keep suppressing orc morale, so they don’t get cocky again!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Immediately, cannon fire began—this time aimed at the orcs atop the wooden ramparts.

And indeed, apart from the gate, the King’s Tent Palace’s wooden walls bore no magical artifacts.

The next moment, wood splinters flew from the ramparts, and the orcs’ furious roars and screams echoed intermittently.

Of course, the blue-scaled sea beast scale powder was exhausted—there was no way cannons could kill all the orcs, and time was too short.

So Gervas needed another way to break the deadlock: "Akari!"