384: Chapter 40, Brutal_1 384: Chapter 40, Brutal_1 The army continued their march towards Flying Bear Fort, and Bertelli City was already a river of blood.
The shout echoed to the heavens, and its clarity could be heard even from the depth of the underground tunnels.
“Our chance is here, let’s go!”
Having said that, Anthony turned over and lay inside a canoe, without any hesitation.
Only the tear in the corner of his eye revealed his inner sorrow.
The appearance of the sealed Witch meant that his father had already died.
To break the ancestors’ seal, simply having the key was not enough-it also required the blood sacrifice of a legitimate family member.
The canoe moved slowly and the road to escape formally began, thus, the once brilliant Leibron Family had come to an end.
Perhaps there would be a day when they could reclaim their family’s business, but that would be the beginning of another legendary tale.
The phantom gradually solidified.
The Witch who had broken free from his cage was stunned as soon as he opened his eyes.
A group of fiercely aggressive Orcs had come knocking, surrounding him in the middle without any preamble, starting the fight right away.
There was no point in explaining.
Seeing the undead Orcs all over the city, he knew he had once again…
He wondered if he was cursed.
Ever since he became the Witch King, he either stirred up trouble or was causing it.
The direct consequence was pursued by the entire continent until he was severely wounded more than a hundred years ago, and was sealed by the ancestors of the Leibron Family.
After a silence of a hundred years, waiting for the doom of the Leibron Family, and just after the rebirth, he was besieged by the powerful Orcs.
In his heart, he had already cursed the entire family of Count Lanton.
If that guy wasn’t utterly dead, he would have dragged out Count Lanton to turn him into an undead, tormenting his soul every day.
Faced with the enemy’s overwhelming attack, the Witch King instantly sobered up.
He had stumbled into an Orc den, and just the ones attacking him right now, their strength was, at least, on par with Human Race’s Earth Knight.
The most powerful among them reached the level of Sky Knight, a veritable mass destruction weapon in the mortal world.
Apart from more than ten Orc warriors, there’re also three Orc Sacrifice Shamans, who were comparable to Human Race’s Sorcerers.
Facing such a lineup, even if he had just recovered, and even during his victorious days, he would still be defeated.
If it wasn’t for the bonus effect of the Undead Canopy, he would have been done for in that instant.
“Stop it, we can talk!”
Hearing these words from a Witch was unbelievable.
But the Witch King knew his suffering.
Faced with so many powerful attacks, even the Undead Canopy couldn’t stand for long.
Having been imprisoned for hundreds of years, he was bored and did not want a second time.
Maybe there was no second chance, the Life Box was the lifeblood of a Witch, but that didn’t mean that without finding it, a Witch couldn’t be erased.
Although the process may be a little troublesome, given the hatred he had caused, it was estimated that the Orc strongmen wouldn’t mind spending some time.
“It’s too late, our mission is to take your life to sacrifice to the Orc warriors who have perished.”
While they responded, they didn’t stop their attack—it was a clear intent to annihilate.
The negotiation failed, and in an instant, the Witch King’s as-yet-solidified body was severely injured.
The Undead Canopy, which brought increased combat power, was now on the verge of collapsing and could crumble at any moment.
The cruel battle thoroughly enraged the Witch King, and after burning with anger in his mind, he screamed, “You forced my hand!”
Seeing this, the experienced group of Orc strongman withdrew swiftly, but everything was already too late.
The self-destruction of the Witch King was like a fuse; the Bertelli Fortress exploded all at once, like a mushroom cloud that could be seen tens of miles away.
Bertelli City was gone, the Orc Army who had entered the city were also buried, and the Orc Army Camp outside the city was affected by the explosion.
The whole city was a gigantic self-destruct formation; the explosion was just a catalyst.
It was impressive the huge investment the ancestors of the Leibron family had made.
Facing such an explosion, the Orcs strongmen who were part of the siege didn’t fare well either.
The three relatively weak Orc Sacrifice Shamans were wiped out, and a large number of Orc warriors also suffered heavy losses.
After the explosion, only one person was able to stand up.
Of the dozens who participated in the battle, only three could howl on the ground, the rest were unknown, alive or dead.
The shocking explosion stunned the Bearman Emperor, who was commanding the army outside the city.
Brushing the dust off his head, not caring about his appearance in the chaos, he hurriedly ordered:
“Quickly send people in to search for survivors!”
The Bearman Clan had lost a lot in this battle.
Just by looking at the city that had turned into ruins, it was clear that it was tough for the soldiers who had entered the city to have any survivors.
The loss of soldiers was irretrievable.
But the strongmen who had been sent into the city still had to be searched for.
Looking back, the camp that had stretched for more than a dozen miles was now bare.
The sound of howls filled the ground, obviously, the Orc Army outside the city was also affected.
The specific losses hadn’t been counted yet, but the Bearman Emperor was certain that this was the worst loss the Orc Empire had suffered since the war began.
The key point was that the heaviest loss was in his Bearman Imperial Court.