Chapter 711: Chapter 711: Fierce Battle

“Great Elder.” Upon seeing that all the orcs within the barrier were annihilated, Mona gave the Great Elder of the Primordial Soul a signaling glance.

“The barrier, disperse.” The Great Elder waved his arms, and the green light within the crystal ball slowly faded away, as did the barrier enveloping the area above. Upon noticing this, the orcs immediately charged forward, oblivious to Mona’s cunning plan.

“Tree Barrier.” The Great Elder activated the barrier once more, engulfing the advancing orcs in it again and isolating them inside.

“Release arrows!” As arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, not a single orc was spared, turning them into living targets, slaughtered by the chaotic barrage.

“Roar, roar.” At this time, an orc commander in the center of their army stepped onto a chariot, brandishing his battle axe and uttering incomprehensible orcish language to Ye Shikai. Following that, more than a dozen “siege engines” made of hardwood and wrapped in iron sheets, resembling trebuchets, emerged from behind the orc lines.

Roar.

Another thunderous roar sounded as a dozen trebuchets launched simultaneously. A volley of fire stones shot out like numerous large fireballs, striking the barrier directly. The once steadfast barrier showed faint signs of cracking. Ye Shikai inwardly sighed with concern, knowing that the Great Elder of the Primordial Soul had once used the Tree Barrier on him as well. Although it was a “simplified version,” it was indeed a strong barrier. However, the bane of the Tree Barrier was flame, and the fire stones used by the orcs could not be withstood for long by the barrier. In fact, even in ancient times, siege engines played a decisive role in the outcome of a siege. To do a good job, one must first sharpen their tools, a principle that everyone understands.

“Great Elder, withdraw the barrier.” Mona’s expression slightly changed, and the Great Elder of the Primordial Soul accordingly withdrew his spiritual power, causing the barrier to gradually disappear. Continuing to defend against it would only waste the orcs’ ammunition, serving no meaningful purpose. Activating the barrier required a significant expenditure of Inner Strength and spiritual power. Instead of passively taking hits, it was better to conserve strength.

“Archers, release arrows.” Mona preemptively ordered an attack, taking advantage of the unsteady footing of the orcs to shoot first, knocking down the front line. To Ye Shikai, the elves seemed like natural-born archers—agile, focused, patient, methodical.

The orc formation slowly split into two, leaving a path in the middle from which a siege battering ram was slowly pushed forward.

“Aim at the siege engine, release arrows!” commanded an elven General from the top of the palisade.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The battering ram, wrapped in iron plates, provided cover for the soldiers behind it, rendering the arrows harmless.

“When it comes down to the crunch, we still have to rely on high-tech,” Ye Shikai remarked, pulling out a Poison Stinger Missile from his Storage Ring and shouldering it, aiming for the siege battering ram.

“If you guys evolved another three thousand years, I really wouldn’t be able to beat you,” Ye Shikai murmured to himself. The rocket launcher fired straight out, flipping the siege battering ram and igniting the hardwood inside it with the flames from the explosion.

Ye Shikai cheered, skilfully reloading, while the surrounding elven soldiers looked on in astonishment, amazed by the “mighty weapon” in Ye Shikai’s hands.

“Fire another round.” This time, Ye Shikai aimed at the orc commander in the center of their formation, who stood on a grand chariot, brandishing his battle axe and commanding the horde of orcs. To catch the leader first, to make the followers flee; defeating this “old monster” would surely send the remaining orcs scattering in fear.

“Bang.”

Ye Shikai intently watched the launched rocket, the Poison Stinger Missile was extremely powerful, originally designed to destroy armored vehicles, tanks, and helicopters. If it were to hit a person, that person would be obliterated. The Orc commander, upon seeing the rocket, swung his saber towards it, astonishingly trying to chop the rocket — has he gone mad?

“Bang.” After a loud noise, the smoke cleared, and Ye Shikai was stunned by the scene before him — the Orc commander was unharmed; which meant, he had managed to block the Poison Stinger Missile, which could blow up tanks, just with his body and the saber in his hand, and didn’t even suffer a scratch.

“Such an incredible physique.” Ye Shikai couldn’t help but exclaim in awe. This was simply devilish, perhaps too mighty.

At the same moment, the Orc commander also spotted Ye Shikai, brandishing his saber. The Orc soldiers moved their shields aside, revealing rows of archers behind them.

“Damn it.” Ye Shikai quickly ducked down, and seconds later, hundreds of arrows fell where he was, densely piercing the ground.

Ye Shikai quickly changed his position. Since the Orc commander was so ferocious, might as well “spare” him for now. Meanwhile, the Orc ladder units also charged forward. Although not as sturdy as siege engines, ladders were abundant in number, and once Orc soldiers reached the walls, the Elves on top would inevitably have to engage in melee combat, delaying their archery.

Holding a metal sword, Ye Shikai leapt forcefully, soaring out. He pushed off the village wall to propel himself further and, with a powerful swing, cut a ladder in half. The broken ladder and the Orcs on it tumbled down. Stepping on the village gate, he leveraged himself over the railing and made his way in. The Elves around him were all shocked — was this man insane?

“Fire arrows, keep firing!” Mona commanded from above, as flint flew everywhere, landing on the village gates and buildings, igniting flames.

“Organize citizens to extinguish the fire.” Mona sent a group of soldiers to organize the Elven civilians to put out the fires. During the battle, everyone had to contribute.

“Your Highness, they are scaling the walls.” At that moment, an Elf pointed towards the Eastern Village wall; quite a few Orc soldiers had managed to climb up the ladders, and Liruo was leading her soldiers in a swordfight.

The Elves’ defense system was integrated; if one area was breached, there was no safety elsewhere, leaving them vulnerable to be easily overrun. East Village was a key target of the Orcs’ assault. Mona was anxious — if it were taken, defending the rest of the village would be in jeopardy.

“Mona, you command here; I’ll go back up East Village.” At this moment, Ye Shikai ran over, offering Mona a confident smile.

“Please, it’s in your hands.” With the situation urgent, Mona could only cast an earnest look at him, as the queen, she had to hold down Central Village.

“Don’t worry.” Ye Shikai nodded, brandishing his sword as he rushed to East Village, confronting two Orcs that had just climbed up the wall, brandishing their greatswords.

“Seeking death.” Ye Shikai swung his sword, slicing through metal as if it were mud, cutting the Orcs’ weapons in half and swiftly ending their lives with his fast blade.

Thud, thud, thud.

At that moment, battering sounds came from below. Ye Shikai looked down to see a group of Orcs wielding a Siege Hammer, battering the village gates. If they succeeded, the Orcs would flood in and the situation would spiral out of control.

Ye Shikai took a vantage point and pulled out the Poison Stinger Rocket Launcher, aiming at the Siege Hammer. Just as he was about to press the button, his finger suddenly paused — at such a close distance, the blast might blow open the village gates as well.