The orcs were waiting for this moment of chaos desperately and weren't actually as lazy and careless as they seemed.
In fact the majority of them had their armor and weapons in hand, their lines formed in what seemed like and instant and just as the orcs were gearing up to take the city once and for all something fell from the sky.
It was a massive boulder that instantly crushed dozens and dozens of orcs that were in battle formations, but that was not all, great amounts of oil spilled out of the boulders.
These weren't natural boulders as they were clearly perfectly round, conjured by earth mages and hollowed from the inside.
Soon, fire rained from the sky and ignited a terrible storm of fire that consumed the lives of thousands of orcs. The smoke blinded the orcs and caused their breathing to become harder and harder reducing their effectiveness.
Obviously, receiving or giving any orders in this situation was a joke. It was a deadly strike that incapacitated the command chain of the orc army.
From the sky, covered by the clouds twenty mages were riding pegasus and firing spells endlessly. They dived down and rose back up for cover as they unleashed a horrific barrage that was reminiscent to carpet bombing.
A few of them targeted the cauldrons destroying all of them in a lightning-quick attack, however the shamans were enraged and started firing green ghastly flames that seemed to defy the rules of gravity, perfectly targeting some of the flying mages.
Their retaliation was cut short as they were surrounded by a tornado that was quickly closing in on them. Without realizing it they were in the eye of the storm.
Esdras was alarmed at this spell, as it the tornado was actually made by combining thousands of wind baldes, passing through orcs or siege weapons it had the effect of a meat grinder, even the earth was shaved down a few centimeters.
Seeing this spell, Esdras knew it was the doing of a Great mage for sure. Even if mages tried working together they wouldn't be able to do something like this unless they had a lot of time on their hands.
The shamans created a shield of green flames that momentarily protected them. The great shaman was protected in the center by the other as he chanted without rest at last just when he thought they were done for he opened his eyes and the storm suddenly stopped, he roared and it scattered everywhere.
However, in the last minute the remnants of the wind blades converged and sliced up two of the shamans that lowered their guards.
The Great mage in the sky was shooting several Air canons at the army and killing several hundred every minute.
The orcs tried shooting the mages from the sky but with the limited visibility and the speed at which the pegasus were going at, it would be a miracle if one of them landed a shot.
Meanwhile another Great mage, this one wielding fire killed two trolls with giant fire swords and incinerated their heads preventing their regeneration ability from taking effect however she was fatally wounded by another troll and chased down by Belkazak's lieutenants.
A whistle signaled a retreat but when the wind Great mage tried to leave he was suddenly cleaved in two by a giant ancient looking axe that had many strange drawings. The axe returned to the hand of its savage wielder, a hulking orc that could easily be mistaken for a troll. Belkazak.
This was the axe of storms, the personal weapon of Belkazak himself.
This scene shocked the city and even the orcs army, which then irrupted into cheers!
A Great mage died without even being able to resist. Or so it seemed, Esdras who was viewing this scene couldn't help but fee that it was strange, the Great mage should have been able to defend himself and even counter attack.
Was it just bad luck? Was Belkazak and his weapon just that strong?
Could be. No, Belkazak was definitely powerful, even through this distance Esdras could tell that it was a formidable rank 3 monster, equivalent to a Great mage but…
But, he noticed something just when the Great mage was about to die his movements stiffed and his eyes flashed green for a moment.
But that was all it took. A single moment for a great mage to die.
The mages is retreated to the city in miserable condition one great mage was dead and the other was heavily wounded.
In exchange, several key individuals in the orcish army were dealt with, moreover the orcish army was shredded to a quarter of their original numbers in a single raid.
Fortunately, the green cloud over the city was dissipated which restored order in the city at last.
The orcs and the humans were both in a sorry state at the moment.
This battle served as an eye-opener for Esdras as he got a first-hand experience on what a battle was like in this world, and it was indeed brutal. The tactics used were suited to a fantasy world indeed.
The use of spells and ambush tactics was extremely effective, even against places, protected by magic barriers, the spells of mages were unrivaled as long mages could maintain a safe distance.
However, mages were not invincible, especially in the face of direct physical attacks. This is where the weaknesses of mages plays a crucial role.
The sky ambush was a desperate attempt in the first place, if the green cloud hadn't put them in that situation the mages wouldn't have taken the risk of such an action.
Esdras ended his recollection and laid down on his bed after a long day of practice and training.
What was happening there was important but it was not as important as his own business.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Esdras groaned and got up to open the door.
"Hhm?… you are?"
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺