The gray-black tide of orc soldiers.
Wave after wave, they swept forward.
The daunting size of their force exerted a heart-shaking deterrent power.
Unfortunately, no matter how fiercely the orcs attacked, they couldn't shake the defenses of Mist Fortress.
Countless crossbow arrows were fired, almost filling up the hillside.
Stacks of corpses piled layer upon layer along the way.
Each orc charge only left behind a dense mass of bodies before they scattered and retreated.
More and more bloodstains and marks accumulated on the walls of Mist Fortress.
But the defenses remained sturdy, no matter how many orc soldiers charged, they disappeared without a trace.
Even the fearless orcs began to sense a faint panic.
However, the constant orders from the orc overlord forced them to muster their strength and keep charging.
From morning till evening.
The orc attacks finally came to a pause.
