Emperor of Arcane

The red-eyed orcs in front of him obviously couldn't bring such a big crisis to Matthew.

Even if there are legendary level beings hidden among these orcs, it is the same.

In just a few months, whether it was Yaya's growth or Matthew's various back-up plans, there would no longer be scenes of Iron Grigg doing whatever he wanted.

But the forces of destiny don't usually lie.

At least, that was the case before coming into contact with beings at the level of gods.

This means that this time the orcs' actions also hide some existence that can threaten Matthew and the Gulf Territory.

"I didn't expect it. I couldn't find any place after trying to break through the iron shoes. It didn't take any effort to get there..."

Matthew, whose thoughts were spinning, decided on the latter option without waiting any longer.

After Matthew was selected, the orcs' offensive immediately became more intense.

He could directly and intuitively see that the number of ordinary orcs was declining, and the proportion of elite orcs was beginning to increase.

On the contrary, the high-level orcs seemed to be aware of some danger and did not blindly climb the city wall like before, and then be surrounded and shot.

The pressure on the city wall began to increase little by little.

However, Matthew could clearly feel that these were just early trials, and the real decisive power was still far behind.

More and more orc soldiers were killed.

Gulf Territory soldiers also began to suffer casualties.

Although Matthew felt some physical pain, he did not take it for granted that he could protect every soldier.

As a soldier of the Gulf Territory, you must be a being who protects others, rather than an overprotected flower in a greenhouse.

Moreover, injuries accounted for the majority, and deaths were only rare.

The defense of enchanted armor, healing potions, and treatment by priests of the Goddess Church can already reduce the casualties of soldiers to the greatest extent.

Matthew was waiting silently, waiting for the enemy behind the scenes to reveal his flaws first.

Fierce fighting lasted from morning to evening.

Corpses were strewn all over the city walls, and rivers of blood flowed.

The orcs frantically attacked the city walls for their food and to plunder wealth.

The Gulf Territory soldiers fought bravely for their territory and merit.

The orc army returned in vain, and bursts of cheers came from the city wall, which embarrassed the retreating orcs.

Ordering those who were not present at the rear to clean up the battlefield, Angela reported to Matthew with the details of today’s battle:

"42 people were killed, 871 were injured, 65 were disabled, and 73 were seriously injured. The rest were able to regain their combat effectiveness."

"8,632 orcs were killed, and each one has a record. A total of 420,000 orcs have been killed, and there are still 890,000 orcs left."

All the orcs died without any injuries!

The huge death-to-injury ratio of 1:40 made Matthew quite satisfied.

He looked at Angela, who looked slightly tired, and said softly:

"You go and have a good rest first. You will be needed to take charge of the overall situation tomorrow. You have to trust others and have arranged their positions and tasks."

Angela pursed her lips slightly and relaxed a little.

However, she first patrolled the city wall twice and then inside the pass before finally falling asleep.

After touching Yaya who was sleeping soundly, Matthew looked at the orc camp from a distance and whispered softly:

"In just one day, most of the Red-Eyed Orcs' elite troops were lost. If you have any trump cards, just reveal them!"

"Otherwise, you will have no choice but to die with these trump cards."

Although he was waiting, Matthew didn't do anything.

He turned around, looked at the cloaked figures next to Beelzebub, and said softly in a calm tone:

"I have a difficult task here. If you are willing to accept it, you can gain the merit that will free you from your original identity."

"Of course, the previous punishments will still be carried out, if you can get a little freedom."

After hearing Matthew's words, the three people in the cloaks trembled slightly, seeming to be thinking.

The shorter figure came over first, half-knelt on the ground, and said respectfully:

"I'm willing to accept the mission."

The task is difficult, and the worst possible outcome is death.

Seeing that she had accepted it, the other two came over without hesitation and followed her example and said:

"I would like to..."

Matthew smiled and nodded, took out three pieces of storage equipment and handed them over, saying in a cheerful and confident tone:

"Your future is in your own hands, don't let me down!"

Although Matthew's tone was light, it was as heavy as a stone in their ears.

Looking at their leaving figures, Matthew said to Beelzebub, who was full of fighting spirit:

"Don't worry, the orcs are about to reveal their trump card!"

June 21st.

Blood Pass.

Light rain.

The rare cool breeze in summer blew gently.

It seemed like a gentle big hand, caressing the yellow and withered earth.

The raindrops that fell down gently moistened the ground.

The long-awaited grass seeds took root and sprouted overnight, growing vigorously.

A faint light green gave the originally barren land a glimmer of life.

However, further north near the pass, it was still desolate, and it seemed that the entire land was extremely hungry.

Taking a nice bite of the chicken leg, chewing the skin and meat carefully, Yaya looked at the orc camp in the distance and murmured expectantly:

"Come on, I want to go back to sleep after the fight."

Ya Ya, who has entered the juvenile stage, is just in the stage of lethargy and growth.

Fortunately, Yaya is different from other real dragons. She has been working hard to restrain the effects of lethargy, and is working hard to sleep when she wants to and stay awake when she doesn't want to.

This is the result of research by Matthew and Yaya. Simply increasing the amount of life cannot bring about a decisive increase in strength.

Matthew looked at the red-eyed orcs in formation, and was about to test it out, but soon realized something was wrong.

The orcs did not attack immediately, but gathered together one after another.

In the middle of them, dozens of orc shamans wearing gray and black robes were chanting certain spells loudly.

"Sacrifice ceremony?"

Matthew subconsciously widened his eyes, staring at the orc in the distance, and hesitated for a long time.

When he felt that the dangerous atmosphere was gradually getting stronger, he gave the order without hesitation:

"Catapult, throw!"

The sacrifice must be destroyed!

Even if the magic tide has not yet appeared, the outer defenses of the world are still solid, and most gods cannot project too much power.

But even so, Matthew, who knew how terrifying they were, was absolutely unwilling to take any risks.

At the same time, various thoughts continued to pop up in Matthew's mind.

Are these orcs crazy?

Or is the person behind it crazy?

Or is it that the real purpose of their attack on the Scarlet Fortress was to complete such a grand ceremony with countless casualties?

The complicated thoughts made Matthew fall into deep thinking.

Just after he gave the order, the real heavily equipped catapults started moving from the launching positions on both sides of the city wall.

Huge stones flew towards the sacrificial ceremony in the distance!