Delhi Sultanate Elite Infantry, under the dual buffs of the Ten-Thousand Man Army Array and the Snow Mountain Minaret, reached 1,300 HP.
They guarded the most critical positions on the city walls; when their scimitars' edges rolled, they smashed with shields, and when shields shattered, they fought with fists.
An Orc Centurion's Double-edged Battleaxe cleaved into an elite infantryman's shoulder, cutting into the Chainmail, but it got stuck halfway.
Gritting his teeth, the elite infantryman grabbed the axe handle with his left hand and thrust his scimitar into the Orc Centurion's belly with his right.
Both fell at the sa ti!
The situation for the County Soldiers was even worse; at level nine, they were like lambs to the slaughter before the level fifteen Orc Infantry.
The Snow Mountain Minaret added 400 HP, finally allowing them to survive three hits instead of dying in one.
Three hits were enough for them to strike twice, and enough for their companions to land a finishing blow from the side.
The corpses of the County Soldiers piled up on the city walls, but their blades never stopped.
The level ten Awakened of the Tieba Kingdom were not faring much better.
They also lacked the buff of an Army Formation, and with only the 400 HP from the wonder, their health was barely over 600.
One axe strike from an Orc Infantryman took away a third of their health bar; three strikes, and they were gone.
But before they fell, they would always hack their weapons into the orcs' bodies.
The Healers on both sides were giving their all.
The Tieba Kingdom's Healers drank potions when their mana was exhausted, using their last bit of mana to heal those who needed it most.
The Orc War Shaman's Bone Healing Art could only restore 50 HP at a ti, but it benefited from a short cooldown and low mana cost.
Healing three targets simultaneously, the Orc Infantry's health bars rose and fell like the tide.
After thirty minutes of fierce fighting, the corpses of the defenders and orcs were intermingled on the walls; blood flowed down the bricks, forming small streams at the base of the wall.
Three of the ten Mammoth War Elephants had fallen, but the remaining seven continued to rampage beneath the city walls.
The battering ram had struck more than twenty tis, leaving the city gate's durability at over eighteen thousand.
The losses for the Delhi Sultanate Elite Infantry exceeded one hundred, Ordinary Infantry losses were nearly three hundred, and the combined losses of County Soldiers and level ten Awakened exceeded one thousand.
Reserves had already begun to reinforce the city walls.
Lin Feng stood on the gate tower, clenching his fists as he looked down at the Shura Field below.
"They've moved," Zala's voice ca from the eastern side of the gate tower.
On the third floor of the gate tower, everyone's eyes turned toward the outside of the city.
The six figures hovering in the air three miles away began to move forward.
The Orc War Lord led the way, his three-ter-tall dark green body encased in black plate armor, the beast bones on his pauldrons gleaming pale white in the sunlight.
Wearing an iron helt that revealed only his tusks and crimson eyes, he held a Double-edged Battleaxe, the blood groove on the blade reflecting the fire burning atop the city walls.
Four Orc Sword Saints were spread out behind him, their lean green muscles painted with red war patterns, their hair tied in ponytails with cloth strips, and the blades of their Greatswords glinted coldly in the sun.
The Orc Prophet trailed at the very back, his hunched body wrapped in tattered grey robes; the bone fragnts on his Withered Wood Staff rattled, and the feathers hanging from the tip swayed in the wind.
On the ground, four Orc Overseers simultaneously urged their giant Wolfmounts forward, charging from the back of the Army Formation to the front.
Double-edged Battleaxes were raised high, and the black feathers on their iron helts fluttered fiercely in the wind.
Ali Khan raised his hand, his white cloak billowing in the wind.
"It's our turn."
Before his voice had even faded, seven figures soared into the sky simultaneously.
...
Lin Feng kicked off the ground, the Wildfire Spear humming on his back as air currents lifted him fifty ters into the air.
Hamza, Hassan, and Zayn followed closely behind, the four figures spreading out in a fan shape.
Liu Zhenshan and Ali Khan rose into the sky side by side, their dark purple armor and silver-white Chainmail reflecting each other in the sunlight.
Faizan was the last to leave the ground, his white robes rustling; he held his Sapphire Staff high, and a pale blue film spread out from him.
It enveloped everyone—the 【Toughness Aura】 was actively triggered, increasing their maximum health by 200.
The orcs were also closing in quickly; the War Lord pointed his Double-edged Battleaxe forward, his crimson eyes flashing beneath his iron helt.
The four Sword Saints dove simultaneously, their Greatswords unsheathed, and sword qi condensed on their blades.
The Prophet floated at the back, the bone fragnts at the tip of his Withered Wood Staff rattling as eerie green light gathered—【Soul Link】 flickered between him and the four Sword Saints.
The distance between the two sides closed rapidly: 1,200 ters, 1,100 ters, 1,000 ters.
Liu Zhenshan was the first to strike. He gripped his Greatsword with both hands, the golden runes on the blade flaring up as a broad, crescent-shaped golden sword qi shot out from the blade.
With a piercing sound of breaking air, it flew a thousand ters straight toward the orc formation—【Sky-Rending Slash】.
The sword qi was incredibly fast, crossing the 1,000 ters in the blink of an eye.
The War Lord's pupils constricted, and he jerked his body aside; the sword qi flew past his pauldron.
A Sword Saint behind him also hastily tilted his head; the sword qi whistled past his ear, shearing off a few strands of hair from his ponytail.
But the sword qi did not stop; it headed straight for the Prophet at the very back.
The Prophet had no ti to dodge and could only tank it with a Mana Shield.
A purple shield lit up around him, and the golden sword qi slamd into it—Spell Deflection triggered, a ripple spreading across the shield's surface, dissipating most of the damage.
However, the "Armor Break" effect still applied to the Prophet through the sword qi's splash, reducing his defense by 30%.
The Prophet glanced down at his status, his expression darkening.
As the distance closed to 300 ters, both sides simultaneously unleashed long-range skills.
The Orc Sword Saints struck with their blades, four silver-white sword qi beams slashing from four directions in a cross pattern.
Each sword qi beam dealt 150% attack damage, blocking the path of Lin Feng and the others.
Lin Feng raised his left hand, and four Blazing Spear Lights shot out like teors; the spear lights collided with the sword qi in mid-air, exploding into bursts of light and fla as shockwaves rippled outward.
Hamza swung his scimitar repeatedly, sending out three fire blades in a triangular formation.
Ali Khan unsheathed his scimitar, a blue crescent blade qi following closely behind.
The backlines on both sides were not idle either.
Faizan's Snow Mountain Blessings fell one after another upon the experts on his side, increasing everyone's total defense by 30 for 50 seconds.
The Orc Prophet's Ancestral Healing (400 points) and Bloodlust (Attack 30) also shimred on the Sword Saints.
Before the light of the explosions could dissipate, the two sides had already charged ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ within 50 ters of each other.
The War Lord raised his Double-edged Battleaxe, and a War Roar erupted, the sound waves enveloping the entire field.
All orc allies within 100 ters had their attack increased by 30% and movent speed increased by 20% for 30 seconds.
"Scatter!" Ali Khan shouted lowly.
The seven figures dispersed, each finding their own opponent.
Liu Zhenshan and Ali Khan flanked the War Lord from the left and right, their Greatsword and scimitar weaving a net that forced him to retreat repeatedly.
Hamza, Hassan, and Zayn each engaged a Sword Saint, scimitars clashing against Greatswords in mid-air.
Lin Feng locked onto the remaining Sword Saint, kicked off, and thrust the Wildfire Spear straight at the opponent's face.
The Sword Saint held his Greatsword horizontally. "Clang!"
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