NOVPUBThe task was not to cooperate with Fang Hao, but to protect Beata.
Several people walked onto the city walls and looked into the distance.
The dense Orc army was still relentlessly approaching, including not only Orc infantry but also cavalry riding giant wolves and flight units continuously circling in the sky.
The flags raised high, in addition to the unified Orc Flag, there were several different styles of flags.
This did not mean that there were other people inside, but indicated that the army was composed of multiple tribes.
The flags that were raised all represented the different tribal banners.
The Orc army halted their advance just outside the firing range to regroup and rest.
An Orc riding a giant wolf strode to the bottom of the city walls.
He looked up contemptuously at the walls and shouted loudly, "People of the Blood Clan, there’s no need to keep up appearances from up there. Your army has long since retreated, and all that’s left are just some deserters. My master is merciful. As long as you open the gates, not only will you be spared, but you’ll also be granted unimaginable wealth and glory."
"Being a Blood Clan’s lackey, what’s in it for you? How often do you get to taste blood in a year? If you serve us and take over Eternal Night City, you all will be the new nobility..."
The Orc below loudly persuaded, and among the Orcs, he was considered quite cultured.
Such words were not something a common Orc could articulate.
On the city wall, everyone uniformly turned their gaze towards Rolana, awaiting further instructions.
If it were before, with no reinforcements, such a call might have swayed many hearts.
But now, with no fewer soldiers inside the city than outside, and a defensive battle at hand, there was obviously no need to surrender.
Rolana did not answer but instead turned to look at Fang Hao beside her.
"Ask him what his master’s name is," Fang Hao spoke softly.
Rolana glanced again at the nearby black Knight.
The latter was taken aback for a moment, but then understood, cleared his throat, and shouted, "What is your master’s name?"
The Orc who was incessantly persuading suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
He answered loudly, "My master is the esteemed ’Gabriel’."
"Gabriel what?"
"Gabriel..." The Orc continued to shout from below.
"Is it ’riel’?"
"Why the hell are you asking in such detail? Don’t even think about resisting. Just open the gates..., um... the gates, dammit, what are the words that follow?"
Listening to the shouts, Beata took out paper and pen and noted down the name.
Then, Fang Hao continued, "Ask him if there are any other clan leaders’ names."
The black Knight cleared his throat lightly and continued, "Our lord here has not heard of your master’s name. Are there any other Orc leaders? Ones with influence who can ensure that our surrender will be honored."
"There’s also Clan Leader ’Herslet’ and ’Bernard’...", the Orc at the bottom of the walls gradually listed a few more names.
The two parties shouted back and forth from the walls and the ground.
Fang Hao’s gaze towards the distance suddenly sharpened.
From a cart pulled by oxen, a figure in a luxurious robe holding a staff walked out slowly—an Orc.
His appearance was nothing unusual.
The reason why he stood out in the throng of Orcs was the glow emanating from his body.
A divine glow.
It was as brilliant as a strong light in the darkness, attention-grabbing.
Damn it.
Isabella’s intelligence was really conservative.
Where was the possibility of gods being involved? Clearly, a god had already joined the fray.
