Before a valley, tens of thousands of demon fodder attacked the stone fortress under the command of several Gold-grade demons.
On a hill, a Mid-Gold Snake Demon watched the demon servants dying endlessly ahead, licked its lips, and said, "Once the city falls, I'm going to eat my fill."
"Rather than talking here, why not charge in, breach the fortress, and start feasting?" a Mid-Gold Balrog urged.
The other Gold-grade demons followed suit, urging the Snake Demon to serve as the vanguard.
The Snake Demon flicked out its tongue, swept its gaze over the ill-intentioned demons beside it, and said coldly, "I may be quick to anger, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid."
"If these lowly insects can breach the city, why should I be the one charging?"
"Besides, if these humans have a way to hurt me, would you bastards really sit still with such delicious prey right before your eyes?"
Having had their petty schemes exposed by the Snake Demon, the Gold-grade demons showed no change in expression and continued watching the siege.
On the city walls, several thousand warriors clad in iron armor continuously swung their weapons, knocking back the demons climbing up.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, blood splashed in all directions, and roars rang out without end.
At the highest point of the wall, a blood-red battle flag fluttered in the wind.
"Your Highness, please withdraw from the wall first. Leave this place to your subordinate," a Low-Gold Warrior in silver armor said as he bowed to a young man.
Looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the young man's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Uncle Garik, how many men do we have left?"
"We have three hundred Ironwall Warriors remaining, five hundred Red Armor Guards, six hundred Windshooters, one hundred