780. Chapter 780: Forced Kill

"Kill!"

A tiger-man roared as he charged up the city wall, his hands turning into claws as he slaughtered those around him without restraint.

Not only was he as powerful as a beast, he was also a Hyperstring warrior.

"Fire!"

But at that moment, an order rang out, and a group of archers took aim and fired.

Dozens of arrows sealed off every direction, leaving no way to dodge as they pierced straight into vital points.

The tiger-man did not die immediately. With arrows sticking out all over his body, he still charged wildly about before finally being knocked off the wall by a human Hyperstring warrior.

Similar scenes were playing out everywhere along the Hormong--Chiton defensive line.

The upper rulers of the orc legion were all Werewolves, and they naturally showed no mercy now, squeezing every last bit of potential from the tiger-men and lion-men.

They were also taking advantage of the enemy's shock after the success of their previous sneak attack.

Sure enough, they broke through the defensive line several times. However, the Hormong--Chiton defensive line had been built along the mountains, retreating layer by layer. Even if one or two lines were breached, it would not truly affect the overall situation, and the humans could still barely hold on.

But a defense maintained for too long was bound to fail. Two cities might fall today and three tomorrow; eventually, this defensive line would be broken.

"Kill!"

Herak gripped a shortsword as he led the mercenary corps in defending a section of the line, his body covered in blood.

The rear had undergone drastic changes, the battle was going badly, and the enemy was fierce. Even he had suffered some injuries.

This won't do... I'm afraid I'll die here this time.

*But for a warrior to die