The Golem Mage

The Orc leaders were still surprised by the salvo of arrows that had been shot at the Orc soldiers, They hadn't even had time to prepare a command before the second round landed, killing many Orcs who were still climbing up the walls.

Witnessing the deaths of their companions, the remaining Orcs decided to proceed with caution as the Tier 7 Orcs ordered them to raise their shields that was strapped to their backs in defense against any more arrows.

However, no more arrows were launched after the second round.

Despite the absence of arrows, the Orcs continued to climb cautiously, shielded as best they could.

Their climbing speed dropped considerably, but they persisted with their shields up, with the fear that another round would just fall next.

What the Orcs failed to realize was that the guards had stopped shooting arrows not because they were reloading, but because the commanding guard had sent a group of guards to collect rocks strewn near the gates.

Although the Black armoured guards couldn't comprehend how so many medium-sized rocks had ended up there or why the commanding guard wanted them retrieved, but they still obediently followed his orders.

The guard's actions had consistently demonstrated that protecting the city was his top priority.

And within seconds, the rocks were distributed among the mages waiting at the top of the city gates.

Meanwhile, some of the fast moving Orcs had reached the top of the gates, climbed and were now just a few feet away from the guards.

Many of the guards appeared pale and afraid, realizing they had to face the Orcs with nothing but the stones in their hands now as they have dropped their weapons.

The Orcs were far stronger than the average human, and they were mostly the mages with low affinity talent and that's why they choose the guard job where the academy provided them with cultivation resources in exchange for their services

So a normal battle between them and the Orcs would almost certainly end in there defeats.

Now, with the Orcs outnumbering them the situation grew even more dire.

"Duck!"

The commanding guard's voice echoed once more, almost sounding like divine intervention to the guards.

Just as they couldn't understand the significance of retrieving the stones, they were equally uncertain about the reason behind his words on why he would want them to duck in this situation, but they were willing to follow any order that would keep them from facing the Orcs head-on with such low morale, especially after what their captain had done.

"Fire!"

Bang!!!

The thunderous echo that rippled through the soldiers who had ducked down sent shivers down their spines as they imagined what would have happened if they hadn't obeyed the guard's command.

He had been issuing orders to various units simultaneously, and it was shocking to witness how proficient he was at commanding them despite being just a guard like them.

"Rise and throw the rocks in your hands down at the remaining Orcs attempting to climb to the top of the walls, Don't let them gain a foothold again!" Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

The guard's words resounded, infusing them with energy as they stood up.

However, one particular soldier who had only recently joined couldn't help but puke when he saw the mangled Orc organs in front of him.

He turned around and noticed concealed cannons in another part of the walls, These cannons had been well-placed and had being responsible for claiming the lives of many Orcs that just climbed the walls

"What are you waiting for?, Send your rocks down and switch with the next line!" the commanding guard shouted to the dumbstruck newbie guard who was disrupting the flow of orders.

While the guard efficiently commanded the black-armoured guards like a well-oiled machine, effortlessly killing the Orcs before they even had the chance to reach the top of the city walls, the Tier 6 Orcs and the leader of the attack grew increasingly impatient with the way things were unfolding.

The Tier 7 Orc prided himself as a great battlefield controller, never to be caught off guard.

He always had plans to compensate for any mistakes, And if his calculations were correct, his army should have already brought down the city gates by now, allowing the rest of the orc army entry into the city,

It was the scenario he had envisioned, when he order an attack on the human city.

And that was why he had been able to devised follow-up plans that had led the captain astray, he was just that good.

He had discovered the existence of the low-grade mine and used it as bait to capture the academy-based city in a counter attack, cause he believed the greedy captain would try something drastic to get the mine.

If he were asked to choose between the mine and the city, he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice the low rank nature mine for the sake of obtaining the city over again, and that was exactly what had unfolded here.

"Why do we even have to wait, great lord?, Unleash me on them! I can break through their puny army and open the gates, allowing our forces to enter and occupy the city,"

The Mohawk hairstyle Orc said angrily, while the other Tier 6 Orc hummed and watched the battle, lightly stroking his beard.

His face displayed no emotions as he observed everything happening.

"And what makes you think you'd be able to reach the gates before they wear you down and kill you with their tactics?"

The Tier 7 Orc questioned, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at the Mohawk hairstyle Orc.

"I'm a Tier 6 warrior. These puny humans won't be able to hold me down, and even if that captain that we chased joins them, I'll gladly kill him," the Orc answered almost instantly.

However, the Tier 7 Orc simply ignored him and turned his attention to the other Tier 6 Mage, asking for his opinion.

"I believe that as long as that guard is still alive, we will never be able to enter the city. Relying on lower-ranked Orcs win the city is futile unless you are willing to wait,"

" Instead, I think once that guard is out of the picture, the city will be ours for the taking," the Orc said casually, as he gently stroked his beard with his right hand, while his left hand firmly held his spiked club resting on the shoulder of his beast skin armor.

"So all I have to do is kill that small guard there who seems to be leading the rest, and our job will be easy, right?" the Mohawk hairstyle Orc finally shifted his attention to the guard who was still issuing orders,

While the human guards kept the Orcs at bay with minimal casualties and had already decimated more than half of the Orc army.

"Yes, kill that man, and I will allow you to choose one of my daughters as your wife," the Tier 7 Orc said to boost the Orcs courage , and the Mohawk Orc's lips moistened with anticipation.

His mind wandered as he fantasized about marrying and ravishing the daughter of a high lord, a connection that would tie him to the Tier 7 Orc through marriage.

Observing the expressions of the two Orc shamans, the Tier 7 Mage sensed their deteriorating mana levels.

It was obvious that they were running out of energy and would no longer be able to maintain their spatial lockdown.

However, before they collapsed, he wanted to gain control over the space passage inside the city, ensuring he could reject any transmissions from the academy preventing them from descending into the Abyss using that entrance,

He wanted to make sure the city would be out of their reach by the time his shamans mana runs out

But first he needed to be the Lord of the city and have it under his command.

"Go!" the Tier 7 Orc commanded, prompting the Mohawk Orc to dash towards the city walls as he had finally run out of patience .

"Why did you send him forward?, With the way things are going, we might still be able to open the gates!"

The other Orc with braided hair questioned, displaying a rare intelligence.

"I'm tired of waiting, I want it now and that guard commanding is proving to be stubborn nut, so we'll go with your tactics. I can't bear to see so many loyal soldiers dying when it can be prevented,"

The Tier 7 Orc stated, while the braided hair Orc grunted in response, choosing not to say anything further.

The Mohawk Orc landed on the city walls, causing the stones beneath him to shoot out like deadly projectiles, killing almost every guard they passed through.

Some were fortunate enough to survive with severe injuries, With a wild laughter, the Mohawk Orc swung his sword in a circular motion, creating a transparent blade made of force that slaughtered nearly every human guard in his vicinity.

His deranged laughter echoed through the walls as he became drenched in blood, Raising his sword to his lips, he delicately licked the blade while maintaining eye contact with the guard in charge of the command.

The Orc, although unable to see the guard's facial expressions, still saw the exhibited deep anger in his eyes through his helmet.

"Hehehe, are you mad because I killed your puppets? It's no biggie. Come and avenge them if you're man enough," the Orc taunted with his hands wide open.

However, the commanding guard remained unfazed, continuing to issue commands as if the Orc held no significance.

Enraged, the Orc attempted to dash towards the guard, intending to finish him off once and for all.

But he felt that he was locked on by three Tier 5 mages, But before the three Tier 5 mages who had decided to stop him could even mount an effort, he unleashed three sword lights that sliced through the clouds, accurately striking the hidden Tier 5 mages.

Though the Orc saw them as mere remnants of the academy's defensive mechanisms, he couldn't be certain if they were truly defeated by his strikes.

However, he knew that he had attacked with all his might, so if they somehow survived, they would undoubtedly be gravely injured.

In one thunderous stomp, the Orc stood face-to-face with the commanding guard, his sword raised high, just milliseconds away from severing the guard's neck.

Taking a moment to peer into the guard's eyes, he hoped to finally witness fear reflected in them, But to his astonishment, all he found was unyielding anger.

"Something is amiss, Every human fears death. How can this one be so unnaturally calm?" the Mohawk Orc wondered, before abruptly feeling his vision blur, Bewildered, he tried to glance down, only to realize that his upper body had been violently ripped from the rest of his body.

The ironic twist was that he still didn't comprehend how he had met his demise or who had struck him down.

Even in his final moments, he hadn't suspected the commanding guard for a second thought.

His lifeless body plummeted to the ground as he took his final breath and perished.

"You killed one of my generals, You shall pay!" the Tier 7 Orc declared, launching a strike at the Guard.

"You spout nothing but drivel," the commanding guard retorted.

With one hand, he removed his helmet, revealing his face, and with the other hand, he reached forward, gripping the air as if grasping an invisible sword.

He then moved his hands to strike towards the Orc with nothing but grasped air.