"Alright, Baron Nalant!"
Hearing Nalant's words, Field immediately nodded.
He then ordered the messenger beside him, "Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Woo—woo—woo!
The next moment, horn calls echoed over Glory Fortress. Guards, led by their respective lords, drew their bows and nocked arrows, waiting in tight formation.
"Fire!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At the command of the lesser nobles, arrows flew from their strings.
They shot toward the outskirts of the city.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Yet what frightened the guards was that their arrows could not harm these other races at all.
Among these other races, even the weakest were Gold Knights.
So even though these longbowmen had already been replaced by extraordinary knights such as Silver Knights to do the shooting—
—their force still fell far short, and the other-race troops could easily fend off the arrows.
Of course, that did not mean no other-race warriors were killed at all.
There were still a few unlucky ones within their ranks who were struck in vital spots and fell.
But compared to more than a thousand longbowmen, the final result was fewer than thirty enemies killed. It was an utterly disastrous outcome.
"Haha, these humans are far too weak! Everyone, charge!"
The other races below immediately burst into laughter, and the captains leading their respective groups once more gave the order to pick up the pace.
"Kill!"
After that, the other-race warriors carried their siege ladders across the moat and rushed to the foot of the walls.
Then ladder after ladder was brought forward, and the other races began climbing the walls.
"Quick, throw stones down and smash them!"
Seeing such results, the lesser nobles' faces flushed crimson with anger.
There were only two thousand enemies, yet they could not even hold them back.
This was truly a humiliating loss of face