Siege and Kill (Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

After a quick glance, Zhao Fu ordered his men to begin attacking the Elf Village. Zhao Fu had no interest in beauty, of course; he wasn't actually leading his men to assault the village, but rather having his archers attack to put on a show of aggression.

Faced with the blatant provocation from Zhao Fu's mere few hundred men, the Elf Village responded quickly. Over two thousand elves were about to rush out, and seeing this, Zhao Fu immediately chose to flee.

The elves saw Zhao Fu running and initially intended to stop the pursuit, as they were not a warlike race. However, every time they retreated back to their village, Zhao Fu would return with his men to provoke them again. After several times, even the most even-tempered elves could not help but lose their patience. Led by their leader, they began to hunt down Zhao Fu and his party.

However, after chasing for a while, the elves found that Zhao Fu's group had vanished. Hearing the sounds of battle nearby, they turned their heads to see that the Orcs and Goblins were already locked in a fierce struggle.

A thought flashed through the Elf leader's mind. Her beautiful face paled, and she shouted, "Retreat, quickly!"

But it was too late. The Orcs saw the arrival of so many murderous elves and assumed they had come to help the Goblins wipe them out, so a portion of the Orcs charged toward the elves.

The Goblins also saw the elves appear and assumed they were working with the Orcs to destroy their village, so they split off a portion of their forces to attack the elves as well.

By now, it was too late for the elves to escape. Seeing the Orcs and Goblins charging at them, they were forced to fight back, and a three-way melee broke out instantly.

Zhao Fu and his subordinates watched coldly as they slaughtered one another; when the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman reaps the benefit.

Until they died one by one, the ground was completely stained red with blood and littered with corpses. By the end of the chaotic battle, only 300 of the original 3,000 Orcs remained, only 400 of the 2,000-plus elves survived, and only 700 of the 5,000-plus Goblins were left.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhao Fu led his men out, forming a massive encirclement around the three parties.

Zhao Fu was completely unafraid now. First of all, the combined strength of the three parties was no more than 1,400, and every one of them was wounded and exhausted from the prolonged, chaotic battle. The most fatigued were, of course, the Orcs, who had already endured two major fights.

Looking at the enemies appearing all around them—Goblins, Goblins, Kobolds, and humans—the surrounded elves, Orcs, and Goblins were suddenly thrown into a panic. They all stopped and stared in terror at the people who had surrounded them.

The most clear-headed of the three parties were the elves, as they already knew it was Zhao Fu who had lured them into the melee to create this situation. The Elf leader looked at Zhao Fu with a face full of fury and shouted, "Despicable human!"

The Goblin village was the most confused; they couldn't understand why the Orcs had suddenly gone mad and attacked, why the elves had joined in, and why they were now inexplicably surrounded by humans.

The Orcs were the most enraged. Seeing Zhao Fu appear, everything suddenly became clear: why the Kobolds dared to kill their second-in-command, why the Goblins dared to attack their tribe—the mastermind behind it all was the human before them.

All the Orcs let out a roar and charged madly toward Zhao Fu.

Zhao Fu watched the Orcs charge with a calm expression and signaled to Bai Qi. Bai Qi let out a shout, and twenty ballistae, radiating a ferocious and terrifying aura, were revealed.

When they had set out, the Goblin Mechanist had reported that the ballistae research was a success. Zhao Fu had been ordering people to research these weapons from the very beginning, and after so long, they had finally succeeded. He had allowed his soldiers to rest for a few days to rush the production of these 20 units.

However, these ballistae were extremely difficult to manufacture; it had taken Zhao Fu mobilizing everyone for several days just to produce 20 of them.

Now was the time to test the power of the ballistae!

Each ballista could fire three bolts at once. Each bolt was as thick as a finger and 1.4 meters long. Watching the 300 Orcs charging toward them, the soldiers adjusted the ballistae and took aim at the group.

"Fire!"

At Bai Qi's command, the soldiers launched the bolts.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

A series of loud, piercing sounds rang out. The fired bolts traveled at incredible speed, like streaks of black light, vanishing in an instant.

Thwack, thwack, thwack...

The bolts pierced directly through the Orcs, who were already exhausted and charging on their last reserves of strength. The immense force of the bolts even carried the bodies of the Orcs away after piercing their chests, skewering them like meat on a spit as blood sprayed across the battlefield.

In an instant, about seventy Orcs were killed. Life vanished so simply, and the terrifying power of the ballistae forced the remaining charging Orcs to stop dead in their tracks.

The Orc leader Otis, who had been leading the charge, also had his abdomen pierced by a bolt. The massive force had nearly destroyed all his internal organs. Otis knelt on the ground, spitting blood, his eyes fixed on Zhao Fu with hatred.

Zhao Fu calmly picked up a bow, slowly drew it, and aimed at the Orc Otis's chest. Zhao Fu didn't want to do this; if he could, he would have preferred to live in a peaceful era, without all this killing and scheming, without doing things he didn't want to do.

But this was a chaotic world. If he didn't become strong, his fate would be the same as theirs. This world belonged to the strong; the weak could not survive.

He understood the hatred in Otis's eyes and felt no anger, but Zhao Fu still had to kill him.

He released the bowstring, and an arrow flew out. Otis, the Orc leader whose name was feared for fifty miles around, was dead.

Turning his gaze to the others, Zhao Fu shouted, "Drop your weapons and surrender to me, or die!"

As Zhao Fu shouted, the Goblins and the Orc captive they had previously captured translated his words.

Seeing the immense power of the ballistae truly terrified the others. Furthermore, seeing Zhao Fu's many soldiers surrounding them, they realized they couldn't win. The Goblin village was the first to surrender.

The few remaining Orcs, seeing that their leader was dead, also chose to surrender, save for a few who refused to submit and were shot down as they charged at Zhao Fu.

Finally, only the elves remained. The Elf leader looked at the Orc leader Otis, who had died kneeling, her eyes filled with complex emotions. This Orc leader, who had once dominated the land for a hundred miles and made countless villages tremble in fear, had now died so miserably at the hands of a human.

The Elf leader turned her gaze to Zhao Fu, thought of the young and old in her village, sighed, and led her people to kneel on the ground.

"Notification! Daisy has surrendered to you. Do you accept?"

Hearing the notification, Zhao Fu's gaze fell upon the beautiful elf woman, and he chose to accept!