"Flamecleaver!"
"Flamecleaver!"
When he stopped swinging his sword, the cries of the Volunteer Orcs looking at him caught his ear. Was the life energy exiting his body and shattering the lava through his weapon bringing him the thing he desired for years?
"Flamecleaver is with us, do not fear!"
"Attack!"
A person from within the Nameless Ten, their leader who dragged them all the way here, now possessed a name. According to orc traditions, someone who wanted to make a name for himself had to earn it; this was the aim of the warriors practically running to their deaths on the front lines of the army too, and now there was a tremendous example before them.
Fascinated by the pleasure of possessing a name, Flamecleaver directed his sword towards the walls. His nine warriors had taken their places just a step behind him. The orc units in the middle part were attacking; the cannon spewing lava was no longer a threat to them.
"Don't sleep, fire the small cannons!"
The giant energy cannons brought by the Machine Empire were the defending side's greatest trump card in terms of destructive power, but they also had a flaw. When they moved into the reload and cooldown phases, they had to spend more time than the other cannons until the next shot.
Hearing their commanders' orders, the mercenaries began to fire the cannons positioned every five steps, the dimensions of which were slightly larger than human size. The sky once again fell under the influence of a rain consisting of element lights, and this time there would be no response from the orc side either.
After all, a response of the same magnitude was required to answer the giant energy cannons. Leonardo, the Elemental Ten, and Flamecleaver had to be on alert for the new shot coming from the giant cannons; they couldn't use their powers to control this attack wave.
The Volunteers didn't slow down; they continued to run towards the walls high enough to reach the sky until the attacks arrived a few hand-spans above their heads.
"Draw the shields!"
At that moment, hard shells, curved outward and bearing square patterns on them, appeared in the hands of the orc warriors numbering over a million. While the element attacks took various shapes and rained down upon these shells, the orcs intertwined and formed the structure where each shell would look like an armor scale.
"Dilber, the shells of Dilber's offspring!"
Alyon shouted when he saw the shell, consisting of the combination of all of them and covering half of the battlefield. His guess was right; these were the work of the black turtle protecting the first cave Alyon and Nafız entered years ago.
The shells, capable of withstanding even the climate of the Fire and Ice lake, didn't struggle against the shots of the element cannons. The elemental energies bouncing off upon hitting them returned to the nature they belonged to.
"Forward, no stopping until the walls!"
One of the warriors hiding behind the shells shouted when he saw again that the sky was blue and the sun was bright. Until the second attack wave, their target was to reach the walls. While the vibration created by the orcs running stomping their feet shook the vast plain, the warriors, battle cries overflowing from their mouths, were running using all their strength.
Their plan was logical, even more so than would be expected from an orc, but the enemy wouldn't let them do whatever they wanted. Energy cannons appeared out of nothingness; obviously, the Machine Empire forces hadn't only brought the giant ones with them.
"Take a defensive stance!"
Despite this, nothing changed; the cannons slowed them down, but their effects were only this much. Neither support attacks came from the Machine Empire front nor from the Companions of Light front.
While the Mercenaries slowed the enemy down with the cannons they relied on, they waited for their allies to step in. This would have been the most reasonable course of action if everyone had the same plan. Even though the two civilizations coming to support were here for the defense of the Golden City, they actually possessed different agendas.
The motivation of the Machine Empire forces hadn't been revealed yet, but the reason for the presence of Father Godfrey, who would enter the war on behalf of the Companions of Light, was clear. His son was a captive in the hands of the orcs; he thought if he did something unexpected, the infuriated creatures would kill him.
The Companions of Light stayed silent, the Machine Empire stayed silent, and the energy cannons of the mercenaries could only manage to slow the orcs down. Consequently, after a delay of tens of minutes, the first orc warriors standing with their shields above their heads reached the Golden City walls.
"Pyramid formation!"
"Pyramid formation!"
The warriors, lining up one behind the other at the foot of the wall and placing the turtle shells they used as shields above their heads, glued their bodies together and formed practically a base of flesh. When the base reached sufficient thickness, those coming from behind didn't get behind them, they jumped and formed a weaker layer upwards.
Even if the system couldn't be seen from the Golden City walls, everything was clear for Alyon and Nafız watching what was happening by standing behind the orc army. The walls, which were practically impossible to cross with any siege weapon, were left helpless in the face of the numerical superiority of the orcs.
When the Pyramid Formation reached halfway, the small-sized energy cannons were turned upon the orcs. This advance had to stop, otherwise the walls the Mercenaries in the middle part were responsible for defending would be filled with orc warriors.
"Fire! Kill them all!"
One of the commanders on the walls went crazy; the orc warriors, numbering in the millions and being everywhere like ants invading the earth, were climbing their walls they thought impassable. As if this wasn't enough, they concentrated only in the region they were in; there was no attack carried out on the northern and southern fronts.
"Support! Fire the giant cannons!"
"What are you waiting for? Now is exactly the time, attack you scumbags!"
"If you don't attack, when everything is over, I will strangle you with my own hands!"
Cries for help mixed with insults, even threats, and the target of all of them were the places where the two powers that came for support purposes were. Despite this, neither from the direction of the Lands of Light nor from the Machine Empire ranks came a response; the silence continued.
Even if the Mercenaries were in a state of anger, they were actually in the wrong. If the Northern and Southern fronts weren't receiving an attack, the reason for this was nothing but the giant cannons. Thanks to the presence of two cannons on both sides, they had the luxury of following the battle without security concerns.
If they fired the cannons and the orcs could respond to this without breaking the Pyramid Formation, hundreds of thousands of orcs with their feet on the ground could set up the same formation on the walls where they were in the blink of an eye.
Consequently, the Mercenaries were alone for now; to respond to the threat at their gates, they had no one to rely on but themselves. They understood this the moment the first orc warrior, after running over the formation, jumped and set foot on the Golden City walls.
It didn't take long for the kin of the orc warrior, who began to advance swinging his axe, to appear behind him. They were surrounded, while inside a small area, they were filled on all four sides with mercenaries pointing their weapons at them, but not the slightest sign of fear could be made out in the eyes of the green-skinned warriors.
"Let's open the way, for those coming behind us!"
The aim of the orcs attacking swinging their axes was to create standing room for their kin who managed to get on the wall; the more space they could keep under control, the stronger support they could advance with.
The two great walls uncrossed for years, the two great taboos of the Mercenaries' Home, were being razed to the ground today. The Death Pass had fallen a few years ago, and now the walls of the capital, illuminating the whole continent with its glitter and whose golden domed houses you could see from wherever you looked, were under invasion.
"Which one of you wants to go!"
When the shortest one among a group of people watching the war from afar spoke, the person sitting on his right side and possessing a bizarre head structure responded.
"I'll go, otherwise these fools are of no use!"