Suddenly, the breach opened—like the very maw of hell—unleashing an unstoppable flood of orcs.
The attackers surged forward like a tidal wave, as if the chains that had bound them were shattered, and nothing could stand in their way anymore.
In response, the defenders within the fortress moved swiftly, attempting to plug the breach with their own bodies. The officers led the front lines, shouting orders and urging their soldiers to advance and block the widening gap.
But here lay the problem...
The human heavy infantry, despite their bravery—and except for the special summoning forces—were physically far weaker than the orcs in this kind of close-quarters combat.
Each orc soldier, with his massive body and taut muscles, outmatched an average human, often requiring two or three soldiers to halt or push back a single orc.
At the heart of that iron clash—where steel trembled against steel and weapons screamed through the air—the human soldiers were being driven back, step by step.
