assistirfilmes Chapter 978- Battle of Mount Gorgor (4)
Chapter 978- Battle of Mount Gorgor (4)
Chapter 978- Battle of Mount Gorgor (4)
Arrows rained down from above, spears thrust forward from the parapets impaling and piercing multiple monsters.
"Hold steady!" Dravik's voice roared over the chaos, his figure commanding atop the wall "Don't lose your balance! Hold the line!".
Yet, even as he roared out orders, the soldiers scrambled to maintain their footing. Using this chance, the agile demonic beasts began scaling the walls.
The snarls grew louder as the distance was closed and the screams of desperation rang all around the walls.
Arrows were loosed, spears thrust, claws raked, and fangs bit down, the sound of metal clashing against flesh and bone creating a horrific symphony.
Sparks of magic erupted like a twisted imitation of fireworks, mingling with the blood-red hue that blossomed around the fortress like a field of roses.
It was a beautiful sight—enthralling, even—but make no mistake: it was also grotesque, each bloom of crimson a life extinguished. The battlefield below became a vision of hell.
War was cruelty incarnate, a stage where screams of agony composed a demonic symphony. Blood painted the ground and walls alike, mixing with the dirt to form a ghastly slurry.
The acrid stench of burning flesh—both human and demon—hung heavy in the air, and the flashes of magic only added to the disorienting chaos.
Common sense dictated that the south wing army consisting mainly of barely trained conscripts, would have stood no chance against the power of the detached demon army. But thanks to the fortress which provided them with an edge, they were able to barely hold on.
With their elevated position on the walls, they could see the enemy first and shoot their arrows down. Plus, even though the walls were barely stable and unmaintained, they provided adequate defence and also slowed down the enemy.
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Back on the walls, Dravik watched the scene of carnage unfold before him. Bloodied and panting, his sword flashed as he decapitated a climbing beast before turning his gaze skyward.
"It was going well... until those damn Demon Barons showed up."
The Demon Barons weren't too formidable of a foe, with adequate preparation, a group of soldiers could take them on. However, what made them a threat was their cunning and powerful magic.
The humans, already stretched thin, struggled to deal with this new aerial assault. The flying demons swooped overhead, their spells wreaking havoc on the defenders' coordination. Archers fell, barriers faltered, and the soldiers' morale began to waver.
"Rothgard! We need to handle those bastards in the sky, or this fortress will fall!" Dravik clenched his teeth and called out.
"Yeah I know, you all get ready" On Rothgard's command, the elite soldiers of the South Wing Army, those who had fought alongside Dravik for years—stepped forward.
Unlike the green conscripts manning the walls, these were hardened soldiers, seasoned by years of battle. Without hesitation, they separated from their teams, rushing toward the areas where the Demon Barons were wreaking havoc.
"Snort, weak humans you dare oppose Lord Agramon... die"
The Demon Barons hovered in the air like wraiths, cursing and laughing at the agony of the humans. Their cunning eyes gleamed with malice, scanning for opportunities to wreak havoc.
Despite being the lowest of demon nobles, they were far from weak, wielding a combination of martial prowess and novice magic, they were a formidable opponent in a war like this.
Noosgard continued to laugh in twisted pleasure casting large scale AOE novice magic and showcasing his large mana pool.
Until today, he was one of the lowest ranking demons in the Demon Lord army, someone who had spent their entire life being looked down upon.
However, that all changed yesterday when Melkan, a Demon earl came looking for him. Not only had he joined a new faction, but he was also given an important role in the war.
Noosgard was itching to bring out results. He cast a relatively large fire spell on one of the human teams which was most vulnerable, expecting them to scream miserably when a sword slash cut his spells in two causing it to miss entirely.