Orc Elite Legions Mobilize in Full

As the Beastkin Empire deployed its Magic-Sealing Totems, the battle for Altai City instantly tilted in the Orcs' favor.

Having lost magic scrolls, their greatest trump card against the Orcs, the Storm Legion had no choice but to fight to the death.

Yet the entire Storm Legion had fewer than three thousand Advanced Warriors, not even thirty percent of the Mountain-Shaking Legion's number. Though they still had tens of thousands of low- and mid-level professionals, the attacking Orcs consisted of far more than just the Mountain-Shaking Legion.

There had originally been hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city, including plenty of Orc Royal Elite forces. As long as the Mountain-Shaking Legion successfully opened a breach, hundreds of thousands of Orcs could pour in afterward.

If the Orcs captured the walls and forced the battle into even crueler street fighting, even the timely arrival of the Hurricane Legion and the Mystic Fire Mage Regiment would likely be unable to reverse the disadvantage.

At that thought, Gustav's eyes became incomparably resolute.

"We absolutely cannot abandon the walls. We must hold them."

After silently encouraging himself, Gustav abruptly drew his longsword and rose into the air, his voice instantly spreading across the entire battlefield.

"Brothers, I know many will lose their lives today. But in loyalty to His Majesty, in death for the kingdom, death will never be the end for us! Our names will endure alongside the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom until the end of time!"

"Brothers! Do you dare follow me and retake the walls? Do you dare wipe out those damned Orc bastards?"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The moment Roland's name rang out across Altai City, the eyes of thousands upon thousands of human soldiers instantly burned with fervor. Their doubts over the Dark Angel Legion's failure to arrive on time vanished