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Their once dense formation became scattered, and their offensive momentum was suppressed.

Some orcs began searching for cover, attempting to evade the magic cannons' attacks.

Those who couldn't find cover could only await the next round of attacks in fear, their hearts filled with despair.

Overall, amidst the roar of the magic cannons, the orcs transformed from arrogant and overbearing to terrified and uneasy.

Their morale suffered a significant blow, and the tide of war began to turn in favor of the Imperial army.

This strike from the magic cannons inflicted massive casualties on the orc army.

In war, the power of magic cannons lies not only in their destructive force but also in their psychological impact on the enemy.

The orcs were well aware of the terror of the magic cannons, and whenever they saw their silhouettes, an irresistible fear would surge in their hearts.

This fear slowed their movements, and their morale was severely affected.

For the Imperial army, however, the magic cannons were their hope and source of confidence.

Whenever the situation became tense and the enemy was too densely packed, the appearance of the magic cannons always brought them a sense of security.

They knew that as long as the magic cannons were present, they had hope of defeating the enemy.

In battle after battle, the magic cannons continuously demonstrated their power, becoming the Imperial army's trump card, striking fear into the hearts of the orc army.

However, the use of magic cannons was not without its cost.

Each firing required a massive consumption of energy and resources, and the manufacturing and maintenance of magic cannons also demanded extremely high levels of technology and cost.

The orcs drove a large number of goblins to hide within their ranks, a strategy that put the Imperial army in a difficult position.

The goblins were short and agile, and their presence among the orc ranks made it difficult for the Imperial army to distinguish targets, preventing them from conserving ammunition.

Each attack had to be an all-out effort to avoid missing any hidden enemies.

On the battlefield, the simultaneous firing of volleys of arrows and magic cannons created a breathtaking scene.

The rain of arrows blotted out the sky like locusts, and the roar of the magic cannons was deafening.

The intense firepower instantly made the orcs feel immense pressure, and they finally understood what 'fear of insufficient firepower' meant.

However, whether the Imperial army also suffered from this 'fear' was unknown to them.

All they knew was that after this battle, they themselves would be deeply afflicted by the fear of insufficient firepower.

But the orcs were not without a fighting chance. Their shamanic witch doctors were quietly gathering in the rear, beginning to summon ancestral spirits.

In a mysterious ritual, powerful magical fluctuations spread out.

As rays of light flashed, those ancient ancestral spirits gradually materialized.

These spirits often possessed eighth-order combat power, and their appearance caused the defending forces no small amount of trouble.

The spirits were tall and exuded a powerful aura.

They wielded enormous weapons, charging towards the Imperial army's defenses.

The defenders had to face these powerful enemies, and their pressure suddenly increased.

Some soldiers were injured or even sacrificed in the spirits' attacks, but they still stubbornly held their ground.

In this fierce battle, both sides displayed tenacious will and indomitable spirit.

The Imperial army, relying on its powerful firepower and unwavering belief, strove to resist the attacks of the orcs and ancestral spirits.

The orcs, on the other hand, relied on their numerical advantage and the powerful combat strength of the ancestral spirits, attempting to break through the Imperial army's defenses.

The situation of the war became increasingly tense and complex, and no one could predict the final outcome.

But on this land filled with smoke and fire, both sides would fight for their survival and honor,

until the very last moment.

In the fierce battle, both sides paid a heavy price.

The city walls were riddled with holes by the orcs' siege equipment, and the orc army also suffered huge losses.

However, the orcs did not give up, and they continued to launch attacks, trying to break through the city walls.

Just then, an elite orc squad secretly left the orc camp.

This squad was like a sharp blade hidden in the darkness, silently preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

This elite force was composed of the elite from the various orc tribes, each member having been tempered by countless battles, with extraordinary strength.

Among them, the weakest members possessed at least eighth-order cultivation, a terrifyingly powerful force. Even more shocking was that this squad was led by four Saint-level powerhouses, whose auras were as deep as abysses, seemingly capable of dominating the fate of the battlefield.

Taking advantage of the fact that both armies' attention was focused on the city walls, that place of raging war and fierce fighting, no one noticed this elite squad moving quietly.

They were like ghosts, stealthily lurking towards the location of the underground maze.

When the orcs entered the Narick Underground Maze, Shadow, who had been lurking outside the maze, immediately sent the news back.

Shadow was like an eye in the darkness, having been arranged here by Sauron long ago to await the arrival of the orcs. As Sauron expected, their team of experts came here when the battle was at its fiercest.

The so-called attack was just to attract the attention of the Imperial experts, their real target was still the underground maze.

Then he waited another half hour before leading Robert, the Heavenly Eye Sword Saint, and Hank, three Saint-level powerhouses, to the Narick Underground Maze.

Alonso and Huf Weinstein, the Saint-level powerhouse who had just arrived from the southeast reinforcements, knew that they had the important task of guarding the city.

They stood on the city walls, their eyes solemnly looking at the distant orc army.

The surging enemy, like a tide, exuded a chilling aura.

Although the main purpose of the orc's attack was to attract the attention of the Imperial experts, their ambitions were definitely not limited to this.

If the Empire did not have enough strong powerhouses stationed here, the orcs would definitely not mind taking this strategic stronghold while they had the chance.

This city was crucial to both sides, not only as a strategic location but also as a symbol of morale for both sides.

Alonso tightly gripped the staff in his hand, feeling the magical fluctuations flowing around his body. His eyes revealed firmness and determination. As a Saint-level powerhouse, he would never let the orcs succeed easily. He knew that he must go all out to protect this city and the people within it.

Huf Weinstein, on the other hand, held a giant sword, exuding a powerful aura.

His gaze was like a torch, closely watching the movements of the orc army. His heart was full of the desire to fight, ready to meet the enemy's attack at any time.