The Witch-king of Angmar Arrives in Person!

Boom! An explosion rang out, followed by Orc limbs flying through the air. Thick vines slithered across the walls like spiritual serpents, sweeping up Orcs and flinging them away.

"Fire oil!" Apophis Breo roared at Olaf.

"Right, right, right!" The slow-witted Olaf hurriedly directed the militiamen to bring over countless fist-sized clay jars from the side and hurl them out with crude slings! (Just a strip of cloth—the most primitive kind of stone thrower.)

"Fire Arrows!" Lindir was startled and immediately shouted.

Pfft! Boom! As the fire-element archers among the elves fired a barrage of arrows condensed from fiery Battle Qi, the fire oil blasted apart by the Battle Qi Flame was swiftly ignited in midair. Flames instantly soared outside the fortress. Huge numbers of Orcs wailed as they fled backward, human-shaped "torches" scrambling wildly across the battlefield. From time to time, one "torch" would crash into another Orc, and a few seconds later, two humanoid "torches" would be racing madly across the battlefield.

Pfft! Only a handful of Orcs had their flames extinguished by water- or ice-element Orc Professional Soldiers using Battle Qi. Most became torches, illuminating the night sky.

Thud! Thud! Orc corpses were flung away one after another as the vines rapidly cleared the bodies from the walls. This was clearly Dura's handiwork. At the most crucial moment, he had cast a fourth-tier spell, creating Giant Withered Vines that burrowed out from beneath the pile of corpses and broke it apart. The giant vines then turned their attention to the Orcs still on the walls, climbing up the fortress like pythons, coiling around them, and throwing them away. Considering they were hurled dozens of meters from a seven-meter-high wall... the survival odds for ordinary Orcs were grim! But do not forget, those giant vines did not simply