Orcs' All-Out Assault

"Those bastards look like they're about to attack again!" a soldier said.

"Stay alert! Are the Orcs in the other directions making any moves?" Reno turned to ask the messenger behind him.

"The Orcs from the other directions are gathering here! I led men around through the passage!" Merk Leopold suddenly appeared and patted Reno on the shoulder.

"Bullshit! What if this is an enemy diversion?" Reno was dumbfounded. Leaving his defensive sector with troops without authorization was enough to get someone beheaded during wartime.

"I left the banners behind and withdrew the infantry. They probably won't notice for a while!" Merk Leopold shook his head.

"Take the soldiers back at once. We're already short-handed as it is!" Reno shook his head.

"I'm afraid there's no need."

"I don't think this is a Nazgûl plot. They're preparing to launch a frontal assault!"

Before Reno had even finished speaking, Luke Leopold and Lafitte Antony had already appeared behind him.

"The Orcs outside our defensive sectors are gathering toward your position too! Looks like they can't wait any longer!" Lafitte Antony exchanged a glance with Luke Leopold.

"Tch!" Reno clicked his tongue. This time, he did not urge them to return. Instead, he turned and carefully observed the Orcs gathering below.

"Endless..." Reno shook his head.

"It really does look like they're launching an all-out assault..." Lafitte Antony gravely pointed at the Giant Ogres carrying catapults on their backs. During their recent probing attacks, the Orcs had never sent these Giant Ogres out as cannon fodder. This time, nearly a hundred Giant Ogres had gathered together—a sight rare even in the wars of Middle-earth.

"Warg Riders!" Luke Leopold pointed ahead, and everyone looked in that direction. Good lord! Thousands of grayish-yellow Warg Riders rolled forward like an earthen dragon.

"How much troop