Weed’s huge body easily shot up the log and in just a few steps he was on the wall, swinging his glaive.
Dark elves were famous for their sharp eyesight, bow mastery and swift movements. And many of them were able to use elemental magic. But their mana ran out, bows weren’t of much use at such a distance and there wasn’t much space to move on the crowded wall.
Weed rushed into the crowd of Elves. His strikes were slaying one enemy after another. The orcs, who followed him to the wall were covering his back.
In close combat Dark Elves were using short swords and rapiers, so they couldn’t provide any decent resistance against Orcs, once they reached the top of the wall.
Over the next few minutes Weed and his warriors killed more Elves than all the other Orcs combined since the beginning of the assault.
It seemed that Orcs will finally be able to get a solid foothold on the top of the wall, but then Weed and his warriors suddenly jumped off the wall!
“Wall of Fire!”
The place where Weed was fighting just a moment ago got engulfed in flames.
“A-a-a-argh!”
“It burns! Chwi!..”
The spell, cast by elven mages, burned not only Orcs, but nearby Dark Elves as well. Unlike humans, elves were very rational and didn’t hesitate if the sacrifice of few was able to save the many.
After waiting for the spell to end, Weed climbed back on the wall and dived into the fight. If he saw, that Orcs significantly lowered Elves’ health somewhere, he was immediately rushing there to finish them. He didn’t mind using his fellow Orcs as a shield as well, and often used them to escape deadly fire spells. At the same time he was always ordering warriors from his own army to retreat when required.
There was only one thought in Weed’s head:
‘I must use all the 400 000 Orcs to the fullest.’
His tactics was to strike the weak points and use Orcs to cover the retreat! While Dark Elves were killing other Orcs, he was gradually gaining experience. During his first hour of fighting he finished off more than a hundred of Elves, and with the kills of the Orcs from his party added, the final result was even better. And though he didn’t have time to check, he was sure, that his reputation among Orcs raised significantly.
When the Orcs’ losses reached 70 000, Dark Elves lost only a little over 3 000.
‘It’s time to end this...’
There were still about 7 000 Elves defending the fortress, though most of them wounded and weary. They were only holding because of the walls. But they were still great archers nonetheless.
If nothing changes, they might be able to hold because of their great archery skills and win in the end.
“Keep it up!”
“Crush the Elves! Chwiik!”
Orcs, who were waiting under the fortress walls waiting for their turn to climb the log, were screaming in excitement, cheering for their fellow warriors, fighting on top of the wall. And then an Orc stepped out of the fighting crowd and stood on the edge of the wall.
“Oh, it’s him!”
“The ugliest one!”
Both Orcs and Dark Elves were looking at Weed. And he, instead of going back into fight, jumped down from the wall and headed to the gates!
The Orcs, gathered at the wall were respectfully stepping aside to let him pass.
On the way Weed took the glaive in his left hand and pulled out a small figurine. The Hare figurine - one of the five small Fine Pieces.
“Sculpture Destruction! Let it become my strength.”
The figurine in his hand shattered into pieces and Weed’s body got shone brightly.
You used Sculpture Destruction.
Pain and grief fills your heart after destroying one of your Fine Pieces!
You permanently lose 5 points of Art.
Your Fame is reduced by 100.
For a day your Art attribute will be added to your Strength at 1:4 rate.
Sculpture mastery raised by 0.1%.
Over a thousand of his Art points got transformed into strength. And they were multiplied by 4 as well!
“A-a-a-a-ah!”
Weed yelled out and gripped the glaive with all his might. His huge arms were covered by bulging veins, his body filled with uncontrollable power. At that moment Weed didn’t look anything like a person who could understand art of sculpture.
Weed approached the gate and slammed them with his glaive.
Klaaang!
The glaive got shattered into pieces and bounced out of his hand.
“Chwiik?!”
“Chwichwichwik!”
Surrounding Orcs were very excited.
Weed picked up the broken glaive and continued to smash the gates. With every hit more cracks appeared on the gates and around 10th they finally gave in and fell inside.
Weed’s huge body easily shot up the log and in just a few steps he was on the wall, swinging his glaive.
Dark elves were famous for their sharp eyesight, bow mastery and swift movements. And many of them were able to use elemental magic. But their mana ran out, bows weren’t of much use at such a distance and there wasn’t much space to move on the crowded wall.
Weed rushed into the crowd of Elves. His strikes were slaying one enemy after another. The orcs, who followed him to the wall were covering his back.
In close combat Dark Elves were using short swords and rapiers, so they couldn’t provide any decent resistance against Orcs, once they reached the top of the wall.
Over the next few minutes Weed and his warriors killed more Elves than all the other Orcs combined since the beginning of the assault.
It seemed that Orcs will finally be able to get a solid foothold on the top of the wall, but then Weed and his warriors suddenly jumped off the wall!
“Wall of Fire!”
The place where Weed was fighting just a moment ago got engulfed in flames.
“A-a-a-argh!”
“It burns! Chwi!..”
The spell, cast by elven mages, burned not only Orcs, but nearby Dark Elves as well. Unlike humans, elves were very rational and didn’t hesitate if the sacrifice of few was able to save the many.
After waiting for the spell to end, Weed climbed back on the wall and dived into the fight. If he saw, that Orcs significantly lowered Elves’ health somewhere, he was immediately rushing there to finish them. He didn’t mind using his fellow Orcs as a shield as well, and often used them to escape deadly fire spells. At the same time he was always ordering warriors from his own army to retreat when required.
There was only one thought in Weed’s head:
‘I must use all the 400 000 Orcs to the fullest.’
His tactics was to strike the weak points and use Orcs to cover the retreat! While Dark Elves were killing other Orcs, he was gradually gaining experience. During his first hour of fighting he finished off more than a hundred of Elves, and with the kills of the Orcs from his party added, the final result was even better. And though he didn’t have time to check, he was sure, that his reputation among Orcs raised significantly.
When the Orcs’ losses reached 70 000, Dark Elves lost only a little over 3 000.
‘It’s time to end this...’
There were still about 7 000 Elves defending the fortress, though most of them wounded and weary. They were only holding because of the walls. But they were still great archers nonetheless.
If nothing changes, they might be able to hold because of their great archery skills and win in the end.
“Keep it up!”
“Crush the Elves! Chwiik!”
Orcs, who were waiting under the fortress walls waiting for their turn to climb the log, were screaming in excitement, cheering for their fellow warriors, fighting on top of the wall. And then an Orc stepped out of the fighting crowd and stood on the edge of the wall.
“Oh, it’s him!”
“The ugliest one!”
Both Orcs and Dark Elves were looking at Weed. And he, instead of going back into fight, jumped down from the wall and headed to the gates!
The Orcs, gathered at the wall were respectfully stepping aside to let him pass.
On the way Weed took the glaive in his left hand and pulled out a small figurine. The Hare figurine - one of the five small Fine Pieces.
“Sculpture Destruction! Let it become my strength.”
The figurine in his hand shattered into pieces and Weed’s body got shone brightly.
You used Sculpture Destruction.
Pain and grief fills your heart after destroying one of your Fine Pieces!
You permanently lose 5 points of Art.
Your Fame is reduced by 100.
For a day your Art attribute will be added to your Strength at 1:4 rate.
Sculpture mastery raised by 0.1%.
Over a thousand of his Art points got transformed into strength. And they were multiplied by 4 as well!
“A-a-a-a-ah!”
Weed yelled out and gripped the glaive with all his might. His huge arms were covered by bulging veins, his body filled with uncontrollable power. At that moment Weed didn’t look anything like a person who could understand art of sculpture.
Weed approached the gate and slammed them with his glaive.
Klaaang!
The glaive got shattered into pieces and bounced out of his hand.
“Chwiik?!”
“Chwichwichwik!”
Surrounding Orcs were very excited.
Weed picked up the broken glaive and continued to smash the gates. With every hit more cracks appeared on the gates and around 10th they finally gave in and fell inside.
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