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"Defend!" Reno fired a Fire Arrow, its bright flame instantly guiding every archer's aim.

"Loose!" The soldiers in the arrow towers immediately began pouring down volleys in the direction Reno had fired. Some archers activated their skills, their sharp arrows propelled by Battle Qi and piercing through several foes before stopping. Other arrows split apart into a rain of projectiles.

In an instant, the Orcs' attacking formation was shattered. The Orc vanguard suffered grievous casualties, yet they did not pause in the slightest, lowering their heads and surging toward Lulong Fortress one after another.

"Kill them!" Reno called to the archers waiting behind him. The archers freed up from the other three walls had all taken positions atop the ramparts, freely unleashing their firepower from behind the cover of parapets and battlements.

"Boom!" A massive stone shattered above their heads, then quickly slid down the protective barrier and fell beyond the fortress.

"Do not be afraid! Soldiers, hold your positions! The King calls!" Reno stirred their morale passionately. Judging by the current situation, the Orcs might very well reach the base of the walls on the first day.

In truth, it was even worse than Reno had imagined. In just a few short hours, the Orcs had filled in one section of the moat. Then, ladders of all sizes were raised against the walls.

Under Lulong Fortress's storm-like rain of arrows, only a small number of ladders successfully reached the foot of the walls. Most were stopped halfway. A stretch of roughly one kilometer along Lulong Fortress's southern wall had already become a bloody mess, the earth stained purplish red. Vast numbers of Orcs had died there—by Reno's estimate, no fewer than eight thousand, perhaps ten thousand. But Reno had clearly underestimated the Nazgûl's determination. This force had gathered at