Inside the square-shaped wooden fortress, nine challengers fought against six elite orcs. Four from Lucius's team, two from Sam's, and three from Aito's.
With their numerical advantage, it was logically only a matter of time before they won. But victory was earned, not calculated. Anything could happen during a fight to the death.
Four elite orcs formed a small turtle-like shield wall, protecting two others that were preparing a counterattack. Carrying a spear each, the two orcs coated them with Durability.
Meanwhile, Lucius ordered his two archers to fire at will. Together, they could shoot two arrows per second. Each of them targeted one of the orcs' thick tower shields. Unable to pierce through their defenses.
They hadn't experienced yesterday's fight, so they couldn't know how ridiculously tough those shields were.
