Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 260 The Battle of the Five Armies (Part 2)

The palaces of the woodland elves are not large; to be precise, their actual palaces are complex and vast underground caves.

Apart from the city walls used for defense and a few defensive structures, most of the buildings on the ground are decorative. The rest of the area is mostly flat, which is quite suitable for riding and fighting.

Wayne and the Elf King rode for about three minutes before arriving at the location of the battle.

However, only a few minutes had passed, and they seemed to have arrived a little late.

With a deafening roar, a huge hole was smashed through the city wall not far from them by an ogre clad in heavy metal armor.

Although the strong ogre was also shaken to its core by the strong impact and struggled on the ground for dozens of seconds without getting up.

However, he did achieve his goal.

As soon as a large hole was breached in the city wall, another small squad of about six fully armed ogres rushed in.

They were all modified war monsters. One ogre's legs and arms were covered with sharp blades, and its enormous size turned it into a giant meat grinder. It could kill the elven warriors who surrounded it with just a stomp or a wave of its hand.

Others were equipped with massive spiked clubs or hooks suitable for bleeding. These large weapons, combined with the ogres' immense strength, were incredibly lethal and could even forcefully penetrate the protection of elven armor, easily causing huge casualties among the elven warriors.

However, Wayne and King Thranduil were both well-informed people, and after just one glance at the scene, they immediately understood the seriousness of the problem.

Thranduil turned to Wayne and said:

"Go and hold off those trolls, Wayne."

"I'll go plug that gap. We can't let things get worse before Tauriel and the other troops arrive."

With that, the Elf King yanked hard on the reins, and the giant elk he was riding let out a loud howl, then charged toward the cave entrance at an incredible speed, carrying its master with it.

The sharp antlers, like iron forks, pierced the chests of six orcs in one go, lifting them into the air like toys, before the Elf King chopped off their heads with a single sword stroke.

Wayne didn't hesitate either. He leaped off his warhorse and, like a bolt of lightning, rushed towards the fallen ogre. Without hesitation, he pierced the ogre's head with Excalibur, killing him instantly.

Then, looking at the other six fully armed trolls, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he fearlessly charged into their encirclement.

Now that the war has begun, let's start with these ogres as an appetizer.

Soon, another three minutes passed. Wayne had killed two ogres, and another one had been slashed in the neck and was gushing blood, already on the verge of death.

Suddenly, a mournful cry came from Thranduil's direction. The huge elk he was riding had been stabbed in the chest by an orc with a spear. Severely wounded by the sneak attack, it could no longer hold on and collapsed, throwing its master off.

The Elf King nimbly dismounted from his mount, having no time for grief, and devoted himself even more to killing orcs, plugging the huge gap, and preventing more orcs from rushing into the walls.

Unfortunately, even the strongest fists can't fight against a multitude of hands. Although King Thranduil was quite powerful, wielding two swords in a dazzling display of light, he still couldn't withstand too many enemies. He was quickly forced into a corner by the fully armed orcs, and the huge hole he created allowed more and more orcs to rush in.

Seeing this, Wayne did not hesitate. He casually took out a North Wind Bomb and threw it over. After all the orcs were frozen, he used the sixth-circle spell from his spatial bracelet, Thundercloud Storm, on the breached wall.

At the same time, he also sped up his efforts to deal with the ogres.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a very short time, a thundercloud covered that spot, and a large amount of lightning struck down, turning all the orcs who tried to rush into the city walls into charred corpses.

This sixth-circle spell effectively delayed the orc warriors' advance, relieving Thranduil of the pressure and allowing him to quickly deal with the orcs surrounding him.

Accompanied by the sound of orderly footsteps, even the elven army led by Tauriel arrived at the scene of the battle at full speed.

Just when they thought the battle was under control and they could continue to rely on the city walls to deal with the suddenly appearing orc army,

Suddenly, a huge, strange cry, unlike anything Wayne had ever heard before, came from outside the city walls.

Then, amidst a tremendous rumbling noise, a giant burrowing worm, over two hundred meters long and covered in a carapace, emerged from beneath the city wall.

As if receiving some kind of command, this extremely huge creature crashed into the elven city wall in a collapsing motion, directly knocking down a large section of the wall, and then quickly burrowed underground, revealing countless orc armies behind the city wall.

A half-orc with a huge stitched wound on his head was riding a tall dire wolf, standing behind a large army of half-orcs, commanding the half-orcs beside him.

Beside him, several commanding orcs carrying huge horns and banners moved about, conveying the commander's orders to every orc.

Without giving Wayne and Thranduil any time to prepare, after the city walls collapsed, the orcs carrying huge horns immediately blew out a desolate and savage sound.

In that instant, all the orcs and trolls standing outside the city walls seemed to have heard the order for the final battle, and immediately let out countless huge howls one after another.

Then, with ferocious expressions, they unleashed all their strength in a final charge towards the elven forces behind the massive breach in the city wall.

King Thranduil, already covered in filthy blood from slaughtering countless orcs, turned extremely serious upon seeing this. He turned to the approaching elven army, no longer caring about his appearance, and roared in an exceptionally loud voice:

"Form ranks!!!"

"Prepare for battle!!"

Upon hearing the Elf King's order, Captain Tauriel and the other officers showed no fear and immediately carried it out.

As a long-lived species, the Elven warriors who have survived to this day are all veterans with extremely rich combat experience.

Even in such a critical moment, their movements were perfectly composed and extremely swift, completing the formation in less than a minute.

Before the orc soldiers even reached them, they had already formed an extremely solid defensive formation.

The elven warriors held their spears and shields firmly in front of them, and apart from the sound of their firm footsteps, not a single elven warrior uttered a sound in the face of those ferocious and terrifying orcs.

In that short time, Wayne had already dealt with the other trolls. He skillfully released his magic carpet and took to the sky before the other orc warriors could rush over.

King Thranduil did not engage in a direct confrontation. With a resolute expression, he abandoned his wounded elk mount and strode back to his army, where he began to boost morale and command his soldiers in battle.

In such a large-scale mass charge, an individual's fighting strength is negligible, and they can easily be overwhelmed by the enemy's tide. Only in the melee phase can an individual's bravery be brought to its fullest potential, thus expanding their own side's advantage.

The orc warriors were incredibly fast. Upon receiving the order to charge, they unleashed all their power, shouting awe-inspiring roars as they charged toward the elves at top speed.

Time on the battlefield seemed to stretch out infinitely in that instant.

The orcs and elves, two races that have been enemies for thousands of years, have finally begun their most ruthless slaughter once again.

The orcs charging at the forefront and the elven warriors holding the line, faced with the clash of two massive armies, were like creatures caught in a meat grinder. They didn't even have time to utter a final sound before sacrificing their lives in the merciless clash of weapons.

(End of this chapter)