Not to mention that many of them caught a cold and their vitality was reduced. Storming such a well-fortified fortress without any battle plan! What could be more foolish?!
Such serious battles require planning in advance. If only Weed was given some time, he'd think of something and Orcs would have already taken the fortress. But now the Orcs horde was dying because of their own stupidity, and if he doesn’t do something soon, the battle will only continue growing more violent and unpredictable...
The scene, observed by Weed could not be compared to the Battle for Fort Odein in any way. The scale was very different and the specific races, involved in the conflict, spiced up the situation.
‘The initiative is definitely on the Elves’ side.’
Weed was calmly analyzing the battle.
At first glance it seemed like it’ll be definetly won by Orcs. They had far greater numbers and were quickly reaching the walls and joining the battle.
But Dark Elves didn’t give up.
They were defending a well-fortified fortress with plenty of arrows and correct troops arrangement, that allowed mages and archers to act with maximum efficiency. Besides despite the huge advantage in numbers, only 20 000 Orcs were able to participate in the actual fight at a time.
That number wasn’t nearly enough to overwhelm the Elves. Besides they couldn’t do much harm while shooting from below, as elemental spells, like wind, were preventing most of their arrows from reaching the top of the wall.
With only small losses Dark Elves were able to successfully repel the Orcs’ attacks.
“Stupid beasts!”
“Pigs! At our walls you’ll meet your end!”
Feeling their advantage, Elves were ridiculing their opponents. Infuriated by their mocking, Orcs were pushing even more viciously and dying in hundreds!
“Chwiik!”
“You! Coward! Once I get up there we’ll see who meets what end! Chwiik!”
Orcs were trying to break the gates, get a foothold on the walls, do anything to breach the Elves’ defences, but nothing succeeded.
In the first half of the battle the horde suffered great losses. More than 40 000 Orcs were dead.
Elves lost only a few hundred fighters. It was a good start for them, but it was still too early to celebrate the victory. There were still plenty of Orcs alive.
To secure their advantage even more a few hundred robed elves gathered on one of the towers. They waved their hands, whispered something, and finally simultaneously exclaimed:
“FLAME!”
A huge stream of fire shot from the tower. It was so strong, that even Weed, who was standing in the distance, felt the heat on his face! In a single moment flame engulfed and reduced to ash thousands of Orcs.
“Chwik?!”
“Chwiik! Chwik!”
Even after such a display of power Orcs didn’t lose their fighting spirit. They were still pressing on their assault, though some of them had a frightened expression now.
Their confidence in quick victory disappeared.
At that moment Weed took a step forward.
‘That’s the moment I waited for.’
He turned around and looked at Orcs standing behind him.
“Chwichwiik! Now it’s our turn!”
“Ka... Karichwi!”
“This is reckless, chwiik!”
Just a few moments ago they were eager to join the fight. But now Weed’s suggestion seemed insane to them.
“No! Chwiik! Trust me!”
10 000 Orcs, led by Weed moved to the front lines. Other Orcs and their chieftains were making way for them. They quickly reached the fortress to join the fight, without getting hit by spells once! The Dark Elves ran out of mana and were now waiting for it to regenerate.
The Moment Weed was waiting for finally arrived.
“Go! Attack! Chwiiik!”