Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Chapter 110

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Baron Keane’s territory was expanding to a larger scale of agricultural experiments and water purification work. Arcaian fully immersed himself in the study that would make him the archenemy of God of Plague in the future. As they were working and improving, both the Orc Empire and Eagle Kingdom had finished gathering their armies in the valley between the Graystone Mountains and Giant Beast Mountain. They had started the ferocious war between them.
According to most people’s opinions, this war would lack interesting points and be similar to the many previous Orc invasions. Humans relied on their stronghold fortresses, whereas Orcs relied on the attacks of their huge army troops to break through each of the fortresses.
It had been like that for a long time.
For example, the war usually started in the City of Iron’s fortress, located near the north side of the valley. This was the biggest of all fortresses. It could hold the most troops, and the defense equipment and military food in storage could last for more than a year. During the many Orc invasions in the past, the Orc army had this fortress surrounded but could never take it down.
But this time, the situation was slightly different.
Up against the sturdy fortress, the Orcs sent out an enormous number of Air Force troops. Orcs who could fly and control flying demon beasts carried huge rocks, made light by magic spells. They threw them over the tops of fortresses just before the spells expired.
With just one attack hundreds of big rocks were dropped from the sky into the fortress. Those that hit the city walls broke the strong magic shield and left a significant indentation in it. The rocks that hit the ground became embedded deep in the mud.
With such horrible results, what would happen if rocks fell on houses and human bodies?
Approximately 1/30th of buildings inside the City of Iron were completely destroyed, and even more houses were partially destroyed, with different magnitudes of destruction. The number of people who were hurt or dead could not be accurately tallied yet.
Following the wave of attack, the entire City of Iron fell into chaos.
The Orcs took this opportunity to immediately launch ferocious attacks. The steep walls could not stop the agile pace of the catmen. They climbed all the way up along the almost-straight wall, without the help of any tools. Once they sprinted to the top of the wall they let down a thick rope to let the troops behind them follow.
Initially, there was a complete defense system in the City of Iron that could have blocked such a scale of attack. But due to the falling rocks, the armies of the City of Iron were feeling quite panicked. The command system had fallen into chaos. Brave soldiers who were originally defending the city walls had been smashed horribly, made mincemeat by the huge rocks that had fallen from the sky. While the morale of the remaining soldiers was almost deflated, it was impossible to organize any effective defense at all.
Marquis Roland Igor, the city leader of the City of Iron, grouped an elite troop immediately as backup. But they still could not get there in time, as they were getting ready on one side and hurriedly taking action on the other side. The Orcs had successfully bombarded the city walls in a few different places. They quickly set up simple slopes to allow the troops behind them to charge.
The Orc armies kept marching up to the city walls like tides that never relented. They engaged in battle with the soldiers of the Eagle Kingdom, biting down like canine teeth that never let go. They fought to kill each other madly. The outcome of this war had almost been decided.
At the moment when it was the most dangerous, Marquis Roland had led his most loyal personal guards charging to the front line. He tried to save the battle through valiant effort. But they did not gain any advantages.
Marquis Roland himself had already stepped into the Legendary Realm over 400 years ago. Amongst his personal guards, even the lowest of them was already at a high level, along with two more legendary experts. Usually, these three experts could easily tear the Orc armies apart if they were on the frontline. They rushed Orc troops that charged into the city and were almost at the city gates. They fought the Orcs back up the city walls.
But that was it.
When Marquis Roland took the lead and rushed onto the city walls, all he saw were eight opponents standing in a row, waiting for him.
These were legendary experts who came from several Orc villages. Even Orc priests from big temples had joined the battlefield.
For example, Marquis Roland recognized his old rival “Iron Teeth” Yiloh Lion, a famous expert of the lionman tribe.
Iron Teeth Yiloh was already a renowned expert in the lionman tribe. When he was still an adventurer back in the day, he was best friends with the infamous “Heavy Armored Mad Lion” Leonard. In the end, both of them drifted apart because of their differences in belief and philosophy. Leonard disappeared from sight. According to hearsay, he stepped into a realm that was unimaginable by mortals. Yiloh became the general of the entire South army of Orc Empire; he led more than one Orc invasion, and his fierce name was well known.
In the north side of the Eagle Kingdom, the name “Iron Teeth Yiloh” could even scare the babies’ midnight cries to a stop.
He had battled many times with Marquis Roland. Each had their wins and losses. Even when facing him one-on-one, Marquis Roland had no confidence he would win for sure.
If it were only him and only him, Marquis Roland would gladly lead his personal guards to charge towards his old rival, and have him surrounded and killed on the city wall.
And yet, Yiloh was not alone. He had seven other helpers.
Marquis Roland scanned through the seven helpers and recognized them very quickly.
Every time he recognized one of them, his heart sank one notch.
These eight legendary experts spread out to the left and right, as if they were guards who welcomed an old werewolf who walked up to the city wall. Marquis Roland’s heart sunk even deeper, like a rock that had fallen into the water.
He did not recognize this old man, but he recognized the wooden staff in his hand.
This wooden staff was not refined. It was ugly and rough. It looked like a big tree branch picked up from the side of the road and carved by hand, using a knife. But the wooden staff contained strong magical light in it. In his magic eyesight, it was as if a sun had come to rest in front of him.
More horribly, there was a string attached to the top of the staff. The string had six fist-sized skeletons tied to it. These skeletons had the same strong magic light shining from them and even dispersed a vicious aura.
“The Staff of Imprisonment?” He asked aloud.
The “Staff of Imprisonment” was rumored to belong to Lefon, Orcs’ Main God, back when He had not yet become a God. It contained strong and impossible power. When He became God, He left it amongst the Orcs. Every time the Orcs killed a demigod expert, the wooden staff morphed the expert into a skull and imprisoned them in the staff to increase its power.
In other words, the wooden staff had six skeletons, meaning there were already six dead demigod experts inside!
The old werewolf did not reply. He acted as if he could not see him, and was only interested in the events beneath the city walls, under his feet. Then he looked at the fortress in front of him that had almost no defense left.
“This time, we will take hold of it,” He said to Iron Teeth Yiloh. “You will be stationed here, then.”
The tall lionman whose fierce name was so famous bowed deeply and accepted this order with an extremely humble attitude.
The old werewolf nodded and was satisfied. He turned to leave.
Marquis Roland could not hold back anymore and growled. He led his loyal and brave personal guards and charge towards the old werewolf.
The eight legendary Orc experts welcomed them.
The Orc army had only needed one day in total to break the fortress of the City of Iron.