Chapter 409

The morning sun's golden hue over the battlefield, signalled the commencement of the Ereian army's assault on the town. Commander Rakabis, his face set in a determined expression, directed his forces with calculated precision.

The magic cannons, having unleashed their full power with the magic crystals, now fired less destructive shots, but they remained deadly nonetheless. Wave after wave of Ereian soldiers charged towards the walls, their battle cries echoing across the plains. The mages, their eyes alight with arcane power, unleashed spells to support the advancing troops.

The orcs, waiting within the confines of the town, greeted their foes with fierce resistance. They welcomed the Ereian army with a storm of iron, their sharp weapons glinting in the morning light. The clash of swords and the thunder of war drums filled the air as the two forces collided.