Night quickly passed, and the time for the orc attack drew nearer.
At dawn, a somber and cold atmosphere enveloped the vast plains. Dark clouds gathered, Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the horizon.
In the distance, the orc army appeared, stretching endlessly. Their formidable presence, like a torrent sweeping everything in its path, formed an imposing and dominant front on the battlefield.
They swarmed out in groups, stirring up dust and shaking the ground wherever they went.
This orc army, with their ferocious fangs and sharp claws, and their towering figures, raised their banners and roared loudly, their eyes filled with bloodlust and a thirst for killing.
Alexander stood atop a ruined arrow tower, shocked by the scene before him.
"What's happening? Why are there so many orcs? We can't possibly hold them off!" While Alexander was still reeling in shock, a notification sounded in his ear.
[Ding, the orc assault has officially begun. Please ensure your defenses are ready and hold out for one hour.]
[Ding, due to the curse on this land, the orcs' attack strength has greatly increased. Success in the mission will yield additional rewards, but failure will result in the City of Hope becoming history, ceasing to exist!]
"Damn it!" Alexander vented his frustration.
He observed that these orcs were all elite troops.
Each one was a battle fanatic, with strength like wild beasts, exerting an overwhelming pressure.
In contrast, the defenders of the City of Hope seemed overwhelmed by the impending disaster, panic evident in their eyes.
Although James waved his weapon, trying to display unyielding determination, the sight of the tide-like orc army left him feeling disheartened.
The dark clouds obscured the sun, with only occasional lightning illuminating the battlefield. In this deathly environment, the standoff between the two sides seemed more urgent, with the flames of war ready to ignite at any moment.
As the orc army relentlessly approached, the entire battlefield was enveloped in an atmosphere of fear and despair.
Alexander gripped his weapon tightly, his eyes determined yet betraying an undeniable anxiety. He knew this was not just a battle but the City of Hope's last stand.
The orcs, like wild beasts, appeared even more terrifying under the dark, cloud-covered sky. Their fangs and sharp claws, combined with their thunderous war cries and massive war hammers, axes, and crossbows, made them formidable adversaries.
Despite being outnumbered, the defenders of the City of Hope displayed incredible courage and determination. They formed a defensive line under the broken walls, with no soldier retreating.
Then, the orc army launched a fierce assault. Like relentless waves, they constantly battered the city walls. The defenders fought desperately, creating barriers with their courage and sacrifices.
Arrows, stones, and various weapons crisscrossed in the air, composing a symphony of death. Alexander, like a valiant leader, commanded his troops in their counterattack. Each defense was filled with despair, but they persisted, unwilling to give up City of Hope.
Alexander's men fell one by one, turning into cold corpses. Although he had the power to resurrect the fallen soldiers, the orcs gave him no opportunity.
The orc onslaught remained unstoppable, breaching defense after defense, engulfing the last line of defense like a dark flood.
In this desperate battle, the defenders faced immense pressure, fighting to protect the City of Hope's sole remaining structure – the monument. They exerted their utmost efforts, even sacrificing their lives.
During this somber fight, a beautiful figure hovered in the sky, overlooking everything below.
"My dear Alexander, before I leave, let me help you one last time."
Laura, who had been hidden high above, finally descended upon the ruins of the City of Hope. As the Goddess of Life, she possessed unparalleled power, and her arrival brought a dawn of hope to the battlefield.
Laura walked resolutely towards the front lines. With a gentle wave of her slender hands, she unleashed an immense divine power. A dazzling light burst from her fingertips, spreading around and illuminating the entire battlefield, like the sun dispersing the gloom.
Laura's intervention turned the tide of the battle.
She wielded her supreme life force on the battlefield, not only resurrecting the fallen soldiers but also healing the wounded, imbuing them with the courage and strength to fight again.
Simultaneously, she summoned a powerful light of life. This force, like a rampaging storm, swept across the battlefield, instantly annihilating the formidable orc army.