“To think that they have more tricks! The humans are wicked! There’s no doubt about it!”

That being said, General Gerald wasn’t really concerned with having a hundred head wolfrider captains dying just then. It was a war that would decide their entire empire’s future. As long as he could bring out his enemy’s real strength, even if it was just a bit more, he was happy to pay the price for it.

Besides, he’s learned something here. The heavy fire oil tactic might be deadly, but it’s not something that the humans could afford to bring out early in the battle. He wasn’t sure what it took to harvest and manufacture the heavy fire oil, but judging from the way the humans were saving it up till now, it was easy to tell that it was meant for times of extreme emergency.

Unlike General Gerald, Groat was in great pain as he saw many of his worgen elites dying in front of him. It was a hundred head wolfrider captain. That was about a third of his entire unit. His entire plan revolved around avoiding using them as much as possible, but due to blunders he made with the first wave of offense, he had no choice but to go in the opposite way of that train of thought.

There was one crucial mistake that Groat made. He underestimated humans. He didn’t know about the heavy fire oil and the mechanisms on the miracle wall. The worgens suffered greatly because of his arrogance and lack of knowledge.

“The worgens are brave.”

It was Carol the tauren that said that. He made it sound like he was trying to praise the worgens, but when they all saw the streaks of combat qi smoke that were rising in the distance, to be honest, it sounded more like some sarcastic remark.

Meanwhile, Emory, the werecat, was trying to think with a straight head. It was the werecats that were going up next. He had to figure out what the humans had left.

The humans were much less serious now. They were all celebrating the fact that they’ve killed so many of the worgens. Wizard Calder was different. He was an experienced commander. Killing a hundred head wolfrider captains might damage the Orc Empire’s morale, but it wouldn’t do much to influence their overall firepower.

Also, keep in mind that the Orc Empire was going with everything they had. The following attack would only be more aggressive, and not the other way round. The real fight was supposed to be a full-on encounter between the wizards and the orc priests. With more dead bodies piled up at the miracle wall, the orc priests would gain a massive advantage in the final showdown.

One red-cloaked wizard reported, “We have restored the energy supply for the defensive circle!”

The humans and orcs were still going at each other with their catapults and ballistas. Screams could be heard on both sides. The two sharpshooters finally couldn’t take it anymore. After using their power of the Will for so long, the others had to carry them away as they collapsed. Because of this, the orcs could finally continue throwing dead bodies at them with their catapults.

Once again, twenty black-hooded priests made their way to the stone platform. They had bodyguards to protect them with their lives. As they were bombing the miracle wall with “corpse explosion” spells, many knights were lost in a very short period of time.

It looked like both sides were trading blows evenly on the surface, but the commanders of both sides knew something crucial: the worgens did suffer heavily just then, and that was going to ruin a lot of the orcs’ motivation to keep fighting. The orcs needed time to regain their will to continue. There was a problem with that, however. There wasn’t a lot of time before the real war began.

“Shame. Shame,” General Gerald sighed, “Looks like the wizards won’t come out before the final round. Can anyone of you tell me who’s leading the humans this time?

Clarence the vulpera explained, “Over our intense study of the humans over the past few years, we’ve managed to come closer to them in terms of the finesse of our war machine technology. Still, finesse isn’t everything. The humans had support from the dwarves so that they can make newer and better machinery within a lesser time frame.”

“And it’s not just that. Due to lack of resources on our side, we cannot match them in terms of our total amount of stock.”

General Gerald agreed, “The Orc Empire has far more elite fighters than the humans, but the humans can easily overcome that by having much better gear.”

Clarence continued, “I did some further examination just then, General. All the defending knights were of official ranks. They had just a little over ten thousand men taking turns to guard us, but the advantage they had in terms of geography is enough to match all the numbers we can gather.”

“I’m not waiting anymore,” General Gerald clenched his fist, then slammed it on the table, “Launch the main attack. We’ve never been this close to victory. I’m going to use all of the ten thousand elites to do this. From this day on, I’ll turn the miracle wall into the Orc Empire’s miracle wall!”

“Victory to the empire!” the other ones all stood up and shouted.

Abel was sitting on White Snow’s back. He was shooting down a scouting bird with his “harmonious wind” bow. He’s had to do this multiple times over the last few days. The Orc Empire never stopped sending scouts to spy on him. Still, they’ve learned their lessons, so instead of sending the blue falcons close to him, they were watching over a safe distance.

At the start, the Orc Empire would send top-tier warriors after him. It didn’t do much at all. He had a rune bow with him, and White Snow was about the strongest flying amount that the Orc Empire would ever run into. Killing these top-tier warriors was like playing to him.

When the Orc Empire realized that it wasn’t enough, they switched the top-tier warriors to orc priests. Their “white bone armor” and “claystone guard” did make Abel’s bow lose impact, but White Snow was just too strong to be interfered with. The advanced priests never stopped coming, and the mounts they were riding were also the fastest that they had, but the most they could do was to slow Abel down just a little.

“Wait.”

Abel suddenly received a warning from his battle commanding spirit. There were two very extraordinary sources of aura that were appearing on his left side.

When he frowned towards his left, he saw that two advanced priests were riding on top of pace eagles. Their plan: they wanted to disrupt him so much that there was time for the other advanced priests to chase after him.

“You can’t run!” one of them screamed at Abel. He then shot a “bone spear” at him. It didn’t take much for Abel to dodge it. He did have his acute visual ability, so all he had to do was a flinch abit without moving his legs.

After avoiding that shot, Abel returned fire with his “harmonious wind” arrow. At the same time, White Snow shot out an ice ball from its mouth. Both shots hit right on, and although the priest’s “white bone armor” was enough to take the hits, it was not enough to defend the lighting attack on the tip of the arrows.

The advanced priests didn’t worry about that. The “claystone guard” could neutralize most of the lighting element attack, so only a small amount would be passed directly to themselves. What they didn’t take into account was that the lighting did manage to zap the pace eagles that they were riding on. As one streak of lightning went to the pace eagle, not only was it immobilized for a while, it’s overall speed was also lowered to the extent that White Snow would get a clear shot.

And there. As the pace eagle was hit directly by White Snow’s frost, it and the advanced priest fell straight towards the ground far, far below.

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