Spirit Game
In the expansive expanse of existence, there exist realms concealed from the awareness of ordinary folk. Rain Weathers, an unremarkable teenager with average looks, physique, and grades, was leading an uneventful life. However, everything took a dramatic turn one fateful day when he found himself plunged into a vivid dream, a dream that unveiled a world beyond imagination — a world teeming with spirits, monsters, and conversing frogs. This was the Spirit Realm. Transformed into a player by the mysterious machinations of the universe, Rain, alongside other chosen individuals, found themselves thrust into a perilous world. They were tasked with navigating their newfound domain, establishing their territories, all while fending off relentless onslaughts from beasts, defending their territories from other races, and making sure to stay alive for another day. NOTE! NO system. NO cheats. NO overpowered MC. NO tragic past or sob story. NO harem. This is more on Kingdom Building, and War. Just an average boy with no special skills who, through hardship and dedication, transforms from a nobody to a conqueror. If this story interests you, give it a try.
Strategy of Exhaustion
At the top of the boulder wall, General Helliana commanded, "Ready the oil!"
The siege towers were massive, and the Orcs couldn't destroy them with magic, as every spell was countered by the Hobgoblin mages.
Besides, the siege towers were protected by a magical barrier that would take too long for their own sorcerers to dispel. By then, the towers would already be at the walls, and the Hobgoblin army would surge over their defenses.
The Orcs hauled barrels of oil, rolling them to the edge and tipping them over, dousing the siege towers below. The wood soaked up the oil, making the structures highly flammable.
"If magic won't work, we'll use other means," Helliana muttered to herself, determination steeling her gaze. She nocked a fire arrow, drawing it back until the string sang with tension.