It started a few days ago. Things felt different at Miracle City. A lot of supplies were sent into the gate on carriages. Knights were sent over from all three of the human kingdoms. Many of them didn’t even have their own military tags.
It wasn’t just the knights. Most of the middle-low tier wizards at Liante City were also sent here. They were forced to come through the only teleportation circle that was opened to the outside world. Once they arrived, they were divided into teams, leading by at least one experienced intermediate battle wizard.
Meanwhile, the orcs assembled all their forces at the orc battlefield. Even the equipment they were hiding was now out in the open. It had been a day since they all came to fight, and as soon as they did, the Miracle City immediately sent a command to tell all the humans to withdraw. Because of this, the humans had more than a few days to make full preparation.
On the morning of October the twentieth, a loud chain of drum rolls was heard over the distance. Thousands of footsteps could be heard from the orc battlefield. It was the orcs. Most of them had come on foot.
At the front were the pecker orcs. There were so many of them, the whole fifty-mile area of the orc battlefield wasn’t enough to contain them. The pecker orcs were very strange. They weren’t intelligent and quite very weak in terms of their combat ability. The only thing that prolonged their existence as a species was their ability to breed in vast numbers.
Yes, they could breed a lot. This worked very well with the orc priests since the number of dead bodies they could provide were very suitable for conjuring necromancy spells. That is if they died, of course, and it seemed that there were plenty of them that were going to die today.
Back to Miracle City. All the knights were now divided into twelve units. Each of them was supposed to take turns to defend the Miracle City for two hours. No matter which squad it was sent out, once they were sent out, their orders were that they must not make any retreat. Yes, even if all of them were eliminated within two hours.
Wizard Calder screamed on top of his lungs, “Hear me out, all of you magnificent knights and wizards! If the orcs take the miracle wall, all of your homes will be destroyed, do you understand that? This, what we are doing today, is a very important battle for humans!”
Thousands of men screamed on top of their lungs in response.
“This is about race! We fight for our kind! We fight for humans, and their lives depend on us!”
“For our kind!”
“For humans!”
Under a flash of white light, the first unit of knights was sent over to the miracle wall. The second unit was told to wait underneath the miracle wall, whereas the other ten units rested at an army camp nearby. There were about a thousand men in each unit, which, for a wall that was only about three thousand in width, formed a very compact line of defense.
What waited for the first unit was an appalling stench. They were teleported next to large pots of human and animal feces. The pots were boiling as the fire continued the burn underneath. Some of them already started vomiting, but no one was in the mood to make fun of another.
The concoction of excrements was called “gold juice.” It’s meant to be mixed with various types of poison that would cause severe injury when poured towards the orcs. That wasn’t the scariest part, though. The gold juice was not supposed to kill orcs instantly. Instead, they were meant to infect the target at where their wounds were. Most poison could not be used as a cure.
The pots weren’t the most eye-catching things that the knights saw. In front of them was a super big catapult. With a look towards the side, they could see other catapults that were standing about fifty meters away from each other. All of them had giant boulders that were ready to be loaded, and each of them was about half a meter in circumference.
There were also ballistas standing next to each other. They were about ten meters apart. The knights were the ones that were supposed to maneuver them. If the enemies were too far to be hit with the gold juice, these would be used for an effective long-ranged finish.
Instead of running in fear away from these deadly machines, the pecker knights continued to maintain the discipline very simply. They abusively screamed at the pecker orcs, and the pecker orcs had no choice but to follow. They were all riding on pigs, and when once they reached the miracle wall, they were ordered to die with boulder pieces that they carried from the Rocky Land.
Meanwhile, grey clouds started appearing in the sky. This was quite rare, as the orc battleground hadn’t had rain in years. The tension was getting unbearable. Both the orcs and the humans knew something. Whatever the outcome of this fight might be, it would have tremendous influence over the power balance between them for the next century.Two orc war drums were rolled. All the knights that heard it was attacked with a curse. Some of them were already lying on the ground, their hands placing on top of their own chests in agony. To make up for defense, a soundproof barrier was set up over the miracle wall. It was effective, but everyone was getting tense at how early the first casualties took place.
While riding amongst the pecker orcs, the pecker knights threw packs of red powders in all directions. Their eyes became bloodshot, and their muscles started getting many sizes bigger than before. Even the pigs they rode looked like they were injected with steroids.
“Go!” The pecker knights screamed, and so did the pecker orcs. They didn’t have any instructions on how to go. They didn’t have any formation, either. Their objective was simple: go to the miracle wall and die there.
Wizard Calder was watching from the control room inside the miracle wall. Since the orc priests weren’t out yet, his role was to send command away from the frontline. There was a screen in front of where he was standing. It showed what the pecker orcs were doing outside the miracle wall.
“Ignite.”
As Wizard Calder said to the voice command circle, a wall of fire instantly appeared, burning the pecker orcs. This wasn’t any spell, by the way. It was something done by the intermediate wizards yesterday night. They poured heavy fire oil all over the edges of the miracle wall, and the plan was to ignite the oil when the enemies decided to get too close.
Now, the fire heavy oil was a very thick substance. It was known for its ability to make flames burn at high temperature over a long period of time. In other words, it was a very volatile substance that would only be used for extreme cases.
As intimidating as the flame was to ordinary humans, the pecker orcs were not very intelligent. When the first batch catching flame, they just laid flat and let the fire consume their bodies. The second batch did the same thing. They died by lying on top of each other. Eventually, the firewall that the wizards spent a whole night on started losing its purpose.
