The Strategy is to Win

Long before humans waged their war against demons and orcs, they all required Damian's invention, known as the magic bomb.

This magic bomb was nothing more than something produced by the alchemy and fusion of magical objects, thus creating a bomb powerful enough to destroy a hundred orcs at once.

Some were consumed in the last battle, but the reserves are still sufficient.

To defeat the orcs this time, Damian carried two hundred alchemical bombs.

Defeating the enemy this way was essential. Damian was saving as much mana as he could because he was consuming half of it on everything his puppets were doing, in addition to his clones, so half of his mana was reserved for powerful enemies.

Half of the alchemical bombs were in the hands of the Night Guard, and the other half were with Count Harden's remaining soldiers, who were fighting with the sole intention of avenging their lord.

The first squadron with the most veterans from the territory Damian was helping had most of these bombs, which would only be used when their damage could be most effectively leveraged.

The power of the bomber could easily kill fifty orcs and severely injure more than a hundred, depending on the area where it was launched.

Now that the orcs were below the wall, it was time to drop the bombs.

The soldiers raised their arms and threw a hundred alchemical bombs. A hundred alchemical bombs fell from the sky, looking like chunks of iron.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of chained explosions generated a violet fire that quickly spread across all the demons on the ground.

The demons had never seen anything like this, so even knowing the damage it caused, they couldn't hide.

The chained explosions eliminated thousands of orcs. No one was prepared for this kind of chain damage.

Everyone could see how the demons burned in the fire of the bombs.

Drogo brought reinforcements from the First Squadron to the top of the city and quickly changed the course of the battle, killing more than fifty powerful demons and hundreds of orcs with his special fighting style.

Relying on Damian's powerful spells and alchemical bombs, the demons were completely crushed.

The serpentine heavy infantry was enveloped in gunpowder smoke, and the formation immediately became chaotic.

The second and third squadrons also climbed to the top of the city.

In these two squadrons, more than ten soldiers were equipped with enchanted crossbows. The snipers of these armies drew their bowstrings and shot at the snake-like man.

At the same time, the ordinary archers also fired arrows one after another, sending showers of arrows down on the demons and suppressing the progress of the heavy infantry.

As the casualties increased, there were more and more defenders in the city.

The orcs suffered increasing losses, especially the losses inflicted on the demons, which made Azog furious. He assessed the situation and felt it would be difficult to capture the castle, so he made plans to retreat.

Ozog roared angrily, pushed the nearby soldier with great courage, and quickly jumped off the city wall.

The walls of this castle are more than fifteen meters high, so this orc could escape unharmed.

When Damian saw Azog's intention to flee, he looked towards the distant mountain and, seeing smoke, knew his plan had succeeded.

"Now, the cavalry must crush the enemy from the front while the allies do so from the rear." Damian's powerful voice inspired the soldiers, who opened the city gate and entered the battlefield.

The cavalry suppressed the enemy's speed, formed a dense formation, and advanced slowly, approaching Azog's squad while throwing the alchemical bombs in their hands.

Another hundred alchemical bombs were thrown at the orcs, killing and injuring powerful demons who were also nearby.

Damian, seeing a line marked on the battlefield, stood in front of Azog and looked at him arrogantly. He raised his sword and pointed behind him, where suddenly the sound of a horn was heard and thousands of soldiers formed a formation, stopping the orcs' advance.

There was no escape. The remaining thirty or so thousand orcs were immediately surrounded.

Damian raised his hand, dense clouds formed over the sky, and in a moment, a dozen lightning bolts struck the enemy.

"Finish them off!"

All the cavalry waited for the puppets to attack. When they clashed with the stunned orcs, the waiting cavalry also advanced, pointing their long spears at the enemy.

Drogo led the rear of the attacks. Despite having a horrible wound on his face, it didn't stop him from attacking and wanting to finish off these thousands of orcs.

The two sides fought, and the heavy cavalry completely pierced through the enemy formations.

The orcs were originally in retreat and, faced with the powerful impact of the heavy cavalry, could not resist at all.

Within about ten minutes, more than half of the orcs had died, not to mention the demons, who were the first to fall when Damian cast his powerful spells that shook the earth.

The humans felt for the first time that they were crushing the demons. The orcs were cut down like paper by the Night Guard, which was a sight to behold.

This pursuit battle proceeded smoothly.

Ozog had no escape. He was being attacked from both sides and had no chance of fleeing.

But at the moment he was about to continue the battle, Damian felt a powerful demonic energy piercing through the clouds, and when he looked up, he saw a bolt of lightning heading his way.

Boom!

Damian raised his hands and used a third of his magic to form a powerful magic barrier that covered all his men. Moving his right hand, a magical rune appeared on the battlefield, and he muttered, "Mutual exchange!"

At that moment, all the human soldiers who were annihilating the remaining orcs were exchanged for puppets, and all reappeared behind Damian, who was withstanding the attack with great effort.

"Do you only know how to hide?" Damian's eyes lit up, and at that moment, even while defending against the attack, he extended his right hand, attacking with a series of lightning bolts that spread like a massive snake.

Boom!

The clouds over the sky disappeared when Damian's impact clashed with the clouds. The powerful magic made everyone raise their shields as if fearing that the damage would fall on them.

"Did he manage to escape?" Damian looked at the clouds and frowned. When he lowered his gaze, only a few thousand orcs had escaped.

Drogo, who was kneeling, asked, "Do we follow them?"

"No, now I need to recover my mana," Damian said as he returned.