In just a few minutes, several thousand Gnolls had arrived beneath the walls of West Earth City.
More than six hundred Gnolls braved the rain of arrows and charged up the earthen slope.
In a single clash, more than five hundred Gnolls surged onto the walls and tangled in battle with over eight hundred slaves and more than four hundred pirates.
In less than ten minutes, some of the slaves began ambushing the pirate overseers, seizing their keys, unlocking their shackles, and jumping down from the walls to head into the city.
"Charge!"
"Loot these pirates clean!"
Gnollish cries rose and fell, causing the Gnolls crowded outside the city to start cursing, urging the bastards in front to move faster.
Fifteen kilometers away, Velin shook his head as he watched that rabble easily break into the city.
He had thought it would take three or four hours, but it was over in less than half an hour.
"Pass down the order. Let the Gnolls loot for two hours. After two hours, everyone is to assemble outside the city. Those who defy orders will be killed without mercy."
Several dozen Orc messengers carried Velin's military orders toward West Earth City.
Several thousand Orc troops lay in ambush west of West Earth City.
Watching pirates and slaves emerge from the town one after another, Blackstone no longer hesitated. He immediately rose, mounted his Fang Beast, raised the large blade in his hand, and roared, "Attack! Attack!"
Several thousand Orcs rose to their feet and began charging.
More than a hundred scattered old pirates were completely swallowed by the Orc army.
Seeing the Orcs closing in, the bald, burly man directly abandoned his wife and children. He slashed down more than ten Orc soldiers with his blade and ran north.
With his Low-Gold