Mythology: Ragnarok

The Elf King slumped weakly on his throne and said to his son, "So we have no choice but to befriend that man. As you have seen, he may be more important than the entire Elf Kingdom in Xiscana's eyes. If we become his enemy one day, Xiscana will not only not help us, but may even stab us in the back. This is all we can do now."

The Elf Prince nodded helplessly, but just as he was about to take his leave, the Elf King seemed to remember something and hurriedly called out to him, "Child, wait!"

The Elf Prince stopped and turned around to look at his father with a puzzled expression.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, the Elf King instructed his son, "Release your uncle Apas from his confinement and tell him that from now on the Elf royal family will do everything in its power to support him in developing a new magic system for the elves."

"You...are you going to give up nature magic?" the elven prince asked in surprise.

The Elf King replied in a cold tone, "Nature magic might abandon us! I've tried, and even non-aggressive magic can't be used on that man. I have to thank him; he made me realize that we can't rely on anyone. We need our own...power!"

The Elf Prince then bowed and said, "Then so be it, Father, no, my...King!"

At this time, Agreed was unaware that his appearance had created a new magic system on the planet: 'elven magic'. But that was many years later.

Three days later, Agreed rode his dragon steed and led an army of ten thousand elves toward Avalon. Looking at the well-equipped and well-trained elven army behind him, Agreed was confident that they would not lose this time.

……

At this time, in the fortress city of Roadbell, the most forward-deployed city of Avalon, Rayleigh, Sophie, Shakda, and Ike arrived with the vampire forces that Lester had come to their aid.

When the four of them first arrived at the swamp, they were immediately given a 'warm welcome'. As expected, they were soon captured by the monsters. However, upon seeing the medal belonging to the earl class, the vampires immediately released them in fear and escorted them to Leicester's castle.

After understanding the situation, Lester immediately lent them his own 5,000 low-ranking vampire troops, along with 5,000 zombies, 100 dire wolves, 15 ghouls, and three-headed dread beasts. (The so-called low-ranking vampires are unranked, descendant vampires. Although they are still considered vampires, possessing extremely high movement speed and terrifying destructive power, as well as being physically strong and unafraid of sunlight, they do not possess blood magic and are completely defenseless against holy water, light magic, and other spells that counter vampires.)

Just as Sophie and the others were stationed at Roadbell with their troops, Agreed also arrived in time with his elven forces to cooperate with the human forces at Roadbell and deploy them on three sides. Due to the huge individual differences between the three races, their tactics and troop deployments were completely incompatible, so everyone simply decided to go their own way and guard their own territory.

Four days after Agreed and his elven troops were stationed at Roadbell, the 200,000-strong orc army finally arrived in a grand procession. Soon, the dire wolf riders, acting as scouts, scouted the city and brought back news of the city's garrison to the orc army's marshal.

Although the orc marshal was surprised by the appearance of the elves and vampires, he did not think he would lose. He joked that he had 200,000 elite troops while the other side had less than 50,000 at most. How could he lose?

So the orc marshal immediately ordered the army to stay put and rest for two days until the rear troops and siege equipment arrived, and then launch an attack on the city in front of them. At this time, Agred was looking worriedly at the dense orc camp two kilometers away from the city wall.

At this moment, Shakda walked up to Agreed and asked doubtfully, "Captain, do you think we can win?"

Agreed nodded affirmatively, "I have a trump card, and defending this city will definitely not be a problem. But the real key issue is that I'm afraid that after we repel one wave of them, they will immediately detour to attack other cities. If that happens, we will be too far away to reach them and we will be dragged down and killed by their guerrilla tactics."

Upon hearing this, Shakda asked worriedly, "Then what should we do?"

Agreed looked into the distance and stretched out his hand as if to grasp the entire orc army in his palm. Then, he whispered fiercely, "I will crush these two hundred thousand soldiers under the walls of Roadbell!"

Shakda said with some disbelief, "Is this possible? Our forces have already reached their limit in repelling them."

Agreed explained, “Don’t worry, we have backup. My plan is to make the enemy think they can win. We’ll feign weakness, like tricking gamblers into thinking they have the game in their grasp. If they just invest a little more, we’ll make them put their entire army on Road Bell, and then we’ll bury 200,000 of them here.”

Shakda stared at Agreed and questioned, "Are you using the city's garrison as bait? This will cause us a lot of unnecessary casualties. Is it really worth it?"

Agreed leaned closer and roared, "What do you mean 'unnecessary'? Will you still say that when the orcish army actually starts a guerrilla war against us, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities in Avalon, just like I think? A soldier's purpose is to protect their homeland. Now that we have an opportunity to stop and annihilate the enemy, it's worth it no matter how many men we lose. It may sound cruel, but we have no other choice, Shakdar. This is our only chance to win. The aid from the elves and vampires won't last long. If we don't act decisively now, we'll all be dead!"

After saying that, Agreed turned and walked away. Shakda watched his back and felt an indescribable sadness. The captain was always frighteningly calm at crucial moments, but he had to admit that his decisions were correct in most cases.

In order to lure the enemy deeper into the city, Agre ordered two days ago to reduce the number of troops on the surface by half, giving the orcs a false signal that 'this city is easy to take over'.

The orc marshal was very obedient. Upon seeing how few troops were stationed at Roadbell, he immediately became arrogant and summoned an army of 50,000 orcs to attack the city from three directions the very next day.

As the sun rose that day, a massive army of 50,000 orcs marched from afar toward Luberl. The sound of tens of thousands of orcs' footsteps shook the earth. Huge catapults, battering rams, siege towers, and ladders followed closely behind, launching an attack on the city walls.

Once the orc army was within range, the human general defending the city immediately ordered his men to fire. A thousand archers on the city walls unleashed a devastating barrage of arrows at the orc troops.

As the rain of arrows approached, the orc shield bearers, clad in iron armor and wielding wooden shields and spears, stood in front, raising their shields to form a huge protective umbrella to shield the other orcs around them. Although some unlucky ones were still shot down by the arrows, the damage was relatively minor.

Then, the orcs, using shields to form a protective array, slowly advanced towards the city wall like makeshift wooden tanks. At the same time, catapults behind them aimed, loaded, and fired! Huge stones bombarded the city wall, knocking off a large section of the top. In this round of attacks, more than twenty warriors were knocked away, and the siege officially began.