Emperor of Arcane

"Roar……!"

The King of Chimera roared crazily, flapping his wings and aiming at his fangs. {What? You don’t know yet|Read COM, read the chapters without mistakes|Hurry up and Google them}

It tried to twist its upper and lower body to break free from the shackles of its teeth.

Yaya held its head down, opened its mouth and bit its neck.

Click!

The jagged fangs cut deeply into the Chimera King's tough skin and bit off a large piece of flesh.

The severe pain made the Chimera King struggle even more crazily.

Yaya released his mouth and bit hard on the wings it flapped.

As a sound of broken bones and tendons resounded in the air, the Chimera King, with half of his wings broken, screamed and fell downwards.

No need to look, he's dead!

Yaya roared happily, shook away the blood in his mouth, and flew towards the other scattered Chimeras.

The hunt has begun.

Except for thirty or forty Chimeras, who were lucky enough to escape from the sky, the others fell down and turned into flesh bombs, landing in the orc camp.

Not many orc soldiers were killed by them, but they greatly reduced the morale of the Blackstone orcs.

The sky that should have been occupied by them.

At this time, it has become a hunting ground for others.

Yaya, who made them feel fear, was a dragon that they could not stop.

In the tent deep in the orc camp, Black Black Stone silently raised his head, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, and whispered leisurely:

"Sure enough, the larger the territory, the larger the population, and the more complex the situation, the more likely it is that all kinds of geniuses will be born."

"I hope we can cultivate some elites this time..."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, seemingly not worried about the possible danger.

"Tomorrow, attack again for the last time!"

He had sensed the danger and was unwilling to stay any longer.

However, if he could break through the Blood Moon City army's defense line in one fell swoop tomorrow, he wouldn't mind completing the "mission" of the gods.

November 30th.

Outside Carlisle.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning penetrates the clouds and shines on the earth.

A blurry beam of light shines on a messy orc camp.

A dense crowd of orc soldiers gathered.

At Blackhand's call, the formation resumed.

The roaring war cry of the Komodo beast echoed throughout the battlefield.

Dozens of scattered aberrant monsters were crushed by the tide of orcs.

Soon, the mighty orc army rushed towards Carlisle City.

Continuous arrows poured down like heavy rain.

From time to time, orc soldiers fell down after being hit to the vital point.

The slightly nervous Harley Knight looked at the orc army that almost swarmed forward, and shouted without hesitation:

"Take turns shooting!"

"Prepare for rockfall!"

"Prepare the fireball technique!"

"put!!!"

Various fatal attacks fell on the heads of the orc soldiers one after another.

Thousands of orc soldiers fell down, but more and more orc soldiers took up the positions of the dead soldiers and rushed towards the city wall side by side.

They were not afraid of death or pain, and showed an extraordinary will to fight.

Fortunately, the defensive soldiers were already very familiar with the orc attacks and continued to shoot in an orderly manner, constantly consuming the number of soldiers they had near the city.

Many orc soldiers held simple bucklers and long ladders, and ran into the wall of Carlisle City.

Hundreds of crude long ladders were pushed up to the city wall.

Most of them were pushed away by the prepared defensive soldiers with the combined force of long forks, or smashed by falling rocks.

But there was still a steady stream of long ladders being pushed up by the roaring Blackstone Orcs.

The densely packed black stone orcs clung to the city wall like ants, constantly moving upward.

From time to time, an orc soldier was hit by falling rocks, screaming and taking away his life and his unlucky companions.

But there were also some elite and lucky orc soldiers who bravely rushed to the city wall.

They will face the attack prepared by the defending soldiers!

The brutal shouting of death began.

After seeing the details of the battlefield, Yaya asked thoughtfully:

"Huh? Why do the orcs only have long ladders? Don't they know how to make some tools such as rams, ladders, and wells?"

Matthew knew that Yaya saw these siege engines from his own memory fragments.

Naturally, he would not say to her, "Why not eat minced meat?", but would explain very patiently:

"To make these tools, you first need to have talents in this field."

"Most of the orcs are not engaged in production. They only know how to burn, kill and loot. Anyone who values ​​strength will naturally not produce many talents in this field."

"Furthermore, these technologies and experiences must be applied to warfare, and they must be developed and improved bit by bit through many practical battles."

"The various techniques required to make these tools also require the accumulation and summary of experience from generation to generation."

"There are no batches of craftsmen that can be passed down. Even if the orcs occasionally come up with some sporadic ideas, the inheritance will be broken due to the passage of time..."

Matthew only briefly explained to Yaya the various conditions required to produce such a tool.

Yaya is very smart. As long as she talks about the underlying principles, she can understand the results of the current situation based on the development pattern of the situation.

This is the talent of Time Beloved!

"In addition to offensive methods, the same is true for defense!"

"This is the Netheril Empire, and spellcasters are the most powerful force in this country!"

"So the most resources and manpower will be invested in how to expand the power and number of spellcasters!"

"..."

Just as Matthew was teaching Yaya, the battlefield below also reached its most brutal and intense stage.

Brutal hand-to-hand combat!

More and more orc soldiers rushed up the city wall, and Harley Knight had to replace himself with reserve soldiers. At the same time, he shouted to the spellcasters behind who had been preparing for a long time:

"The time has come!"

As the surging magic power surged, a dark red cloud gathered in front of the city wall.

Dots of flames bloomed under the sweep of the strong wind, and soon formed into balls of scorching fire, sweeping towards the orc army below.

The quasi-legendary seven-ring spell—Fire Storm!

The orc soldiers crowded together were swallowed up by the terrifying flame storm, and were quickly burned to serious injuries and died miserably.

This war spell, which often appeared on the battlefield, caused the death of at least 3,000 orc soldiers.

Moreover, it also ignited high-temperature fire walls in front of Carlisle's city wall to prevent subsequent orc soldiers from approaching.

Without the supplement of reserve force, the orc soldiers who rushed up the city wall quickly fell into an isolated and helpless dilemma.

Most of them were killed by the swarming soldiers defending the city, and only a handful of them fled back to the bottom of the city wall, lingering and waiting for the next attack.

The power of a spell is so terrifying!

This is the absolute authority of the caster's power!

This is the core strength of the Netheril Empire!