Chapter 464: The Magic Gate!

"Haha! They ran, these orcs ran!"

"My lord, look, these green-skin monsters ran!"

With the orcs' retreat, the Storm Legion immediately erupted in cheers.

Knight Mi Gen and the other knights also let out a burst of proud laughter.

Though Gervas had a smile on the corner of his lips, he knew this was not the time for pride.

"Do not be careless; the orcs just now did not know our true strength, so they opened their gates wide."

"Now that they know my power, they have retreated into the inner camp of their headquarters and are surely on high alert; this is the true test of tonight!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Mi Gen and the others did not pay much attention, after all, they had cannons, and taking such a wooden camp was relatively easy for them.

Soon, Gervas led his subordinates to surround the inner camp of the Royal Tent Palace.

Called the inner camp, but compared to the entire Royal Tent Palace, its area was actually not small at all, equivalent to half the size of a Baron's fortress.

Moreover, that surrounding wall was two meters higher than the outer perimeter.

The materials were also more substantial; the tree trunks used for the wooden wall were the kind one person could not embrace alone.

Thus, without some means, truly taking such a wooden fortress was actually no different from attacking a stone-walled castle.

"Haha! That green-skin orc, why did you run? Were you not very proud before? Were you scared by our mighty and imposing my lord Gervas?"

Mi Gen continued to play the role of the sharp-tongued one, provoking and mocking the orcs on the wooden wall.

Although the orcs on the wall this time would surely not fall for the trick again, it did not matter; just treat it as a bit of fun.

Sure enough, the face of Prada above turned even greener, and with a resentful voice issuing from his throat, he said: "You two-legged sheep, do not be proud; the ground you are now treading is our orcish territory."

"Before long, your whereabouts will be discovered by our orcish army; by then, when the orcish army arrives, you will die without a place to be buried!"

"Haha! Green-skin monster, do you think you can wait for the orcish army to return? No, you will be annihilated by our Storm Legion tonight!"

"So, even if an orcish army truly arrives, you will not see that scene! Hahaha!" Mi Gen laughed out loud.

Prada's face turned green then white; however, after taking a deep breath, he suddenly sneered: "Hmph! Two-legged sheep, I really do not believe you can attack our inner camp; just try, and I, Prada, will surely make you regret it!"

"Eh!" Seeing this scene, Gervas immediately sensed something unusual.

After all, having just been bombarded by cannons, ballistae, and 'Wrath of Glory', these orcs should logically be in a state of panic.

Yet this orcish leader named Prada actually made Gervas see that he vaguely possessed some confidence?

"Lauren! Begin the battle!"

Immediately, Gervas did not intend to delay any longer and directly issued the combat order.

And for attacking a wooden camp, the Storm Legion already had a mature offensive system.

The most efficient method was undoubtedly to bombard the gate with cannons, then rely on ballistae and cavalry to pull down the wooden gate, after which the main army would enter in a stream.

And the Storm Army did exactly this next.

First, let the ballistae suppress, then the cannons began to bombard!

Boom—boom—boom! Boom—boom—boom!

The roaring sound came as three cannons fired a salvo at the wooden gate.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

However, what the people of the Storm Legion did not expect was that the wooden gate did not explode as imagined... well, to be precise, the outer layer of the wooden gate was indeed pierced, with wood chips flying everywhere.

But inside the wooden gate, there was actually a layer of metal wall.

Several iron balls, after hitting this metal wall, produced a dull sound like drumbeats, and were then forcibly blocked and bounced away.

Logically, unless it was an iron plate, ordinary iron sheeting could not possibly withstand the bombardment of cannons.

Even if not penetrated, a dent being blasted in would be inevitable.

But everyone had just clearly seen that after the iron gate flashed a faint purple light, the iron balls were forcibly blocked, and the iron gate remained completely unscathed.

"This... this..." Mi Gen and the others were dumbfounded.

"A magical artifact?" Gervas and Knight Commander Lei Meng exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.

Magical artifacts falling into orcish hands were not too strange, after all, they were a power equal to the human race, possessing many methods and channels.

But the problem was, a magical artifact as large as this camp gate was very rare.

It was not solely due to the material, but the difficulty of crafting it increased greatly as well.

So, the gate of this orcish Royal Tent Palace was actually made of a magical artifact; was this serious?

Of course, in fact, in today's intelligence, the System had mentioned that the inner camp gate of this Royal Tent Palace seemed not so simple.

Although it did not specify it was a magical artifact, it actually proved its uniqueness.

Now, the true mystery was merely revealed.

"Haha! You two-legged sheep, this is our Royal Tent Palace; did you really think it was so easy to attack?" The mocking voice of Prada came from above at the right moment!

In fact, Prada had also held his breath in his heart before, after all, those strange iron tubes of the human race were truly too powerful.

But now it seemed the gate could still block them.

Although the magical artifact was only present at this gate.

But with the gate safe, for other areas of the wooden wall, even if the humans caused destruction, they would not think of entering easily.

"Damn it, this green-skin monster is too arrogant, simply forgetting how they frantically fled into this inner camp just now!" Mi Gen ground his teeth in anger.

"This time they really pulled one over on us! In the past, no one attacked the orcish Royal Tent Palace, so we really did not know the orcish Royal Tent Palace even had such thorough defenses!" Gervas also clicked his tongue.

"My lord, what should we do now? Shall we start bombarding the wooden wall? I do not believe these orcs have such magical artifacts in every area of the wooden wall!"

"It is useless, Mi Gen; the wooden wall is different from the wooden gate; it is made of single tree trunks; even if we use cannons to blast the trunks apart, we cannot destroy the whole structure to form a large-scale gap!"

"So, merely creating a gap large enough for only one or two people to pass through is actually something the orcs would like very much; they would let our Storm Guards enter one by one to die!" Gervas immediately shook his head in denial.

After all, once the camp gate was breached, it would be a width of at least four or five meters.

Whether charging on horseback or forming a phalanx with longspears, both are viable.

But a gap of only one or two meters is not an assault; it is merely feeding the orcs.

"My lord, then... then what shall we do?"

There are still over a thousand orcs within the camp; even if they choose a direct assault, they may not necessarily breach it.

"Do not rush. First, bombard the walls!"

"This... My lord, did you not just say that bombarding the wooden walls would be useless?"

"Indeed, it is of little use, but we cannot simply stand and watch. Moreover, we must continue to suppress the orcs' morale to prevent them from becoming arrogant again!"

"Yes, My lord!"

Immediately, the bombardment began, this time targeting the orcs atop the wooden fortress walls.

And aside from the camp's main gate, the wooden walls of the royal tent palace indeed lacked any magical artifacts.

In the next instant, wood chips flew from the ramparts, and the unwilling roars and screams of orcs rang out from time to time.

Of course, the powder of Blue-Scale Sea Beast scales has run out; relying on cannons to kill all the orcs is certainly unrealistic, and there is no time.

Therefore, Gervas needed another method to break the stalemate. "Akali!"