Less than five minutes after the battle began, the front wall of Flame Valley Fortress was breached. No, it would be more accurate to say that almost nothing remained of the front wall. Lava covered the ground everywhere.
The number of Elf casualties was not too high. The sense of crisis they had felt before Apollo exploded allowed them all to escape. Su Xiao's goal was not to kill as many Elves as possible, but to break through the wall. That was why he had Bubu Wang place Apollo inside it.
"Kill!!"
"Kill all these tree monkeys."
The gray orcs roared. They called the Elves tree monkeys mainly because the Elves lived in forests, and their usual means of transportation was swinging from vines.
One pair of huge feet after another trampled across the lava formed from the wall. This made the orc soldiers charge forward while howling. Fortunately, the soles of their feet were covered in thick calluses.
The Elves inside the fortress had already prepared their defensive formation. The moment the gray orcs charged through the thick smoke, arrow after arrow flew straight at them.
Before one gray orc soldier could react, an arrow pierced his skull, sending him tumbling backward.
"Draw your swords!"
An Elf battalion commander shouted. Those words carried a strong sense of Ritual, like a knight challenging an enemy to a duel. Their strength gave them an air of composure.
The gray orcs, on the other hand, bared their teeth and brandished their weapons, which were covered in dried blood. Who knew how often they bathed? Maybe last year—or perhaps several years ago.
The neat sound of swords being drawn rang out. Elf swords were relatively narrow for the sake of appearance, while their overall weight made up for their lack of chopping power.