Bearkin Will Never Be Slaves

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

An even more brutal and intense melee erupted.

Several hundred faster Orcs—Wolfkin, Lionkin, Tigerkin, and the like—had already charged out of the Siege Towers.

To quickly tear open a breach, nearly all these Orcs who had been the first to reach the walls possessed the strength of Advanced Warriors. Battle aura shrouded their bodies, their weapons and equipment were all exceptionally fine, and with the enhancement of the Bloodlust Art, their combat power was terrifying.

Ordinary soldiers were no match for them at all. Before these elite royal Orcs, sturdy heavy armor seemed as fragile as paper, unable to withstand a single blow.

In the blink of an eye, aside from the walls guarded by the two thousand Bulwark Heavy Armor soldiers, which remained as steady as a mountain, every other area showed signs of collapsing bit by bit. The Orcs had successfully torn open several breaches and gained a foothold atop the walls.

"Fourth Battalion, Companies Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six, reinforce the right flank. Fifth Battalion, Companies Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven, reinforce the left flank. Clear out the Orcs who have reached the walls."

O'Neal's icy voice suddenly rang out, reaching every soldier's ears with precision.

Under his command, half of the two thousand Bulwark Heavy Armor soldiers stationed in the center of the walls immediately split off and charged toward both sides.

Once these Bulwark Heavy Armor soldiers entered the fight and joined the battle along the walls, the situation atop the walls clearly changed once more.

The elite Orc Royal soldiers, who had just been unstoppable among ordinary troops, immediately began to falter. It was not because they were weaker than the Bulwark Heavy Armor soldiers. On the contrary, even without the Bloodlust Art, every Orc among them was above