Supported by nations like Camaron, Mille, Naples, and Mesnudanian, logistics and troops continuously arrived at Rody City through the magic tower's teleportation array every day. Mille even sent a thousand magicians to participate in the defense of Rody City.
As long as this protruding human bridgehead remained unconquered, the orcs and demons could never invade the human mainland with ease. As long as Rody City stood, humanity's hope would never fade. This place, graced by the presence of the miraculous child Rody, undefeated against the orcs and demons, once led a mere hundred men to victory against tens of thousands of enemies. Now, with the support of great empires like Camaron and Mille and countless human elites, would he continue his undefeated legend against the ferocious orc and demon army?
The world’s most fearless war correspondents gathered in Rody City, ready to report the battle situation firsthand. As for Saint Song Fortress, aside from correspondents from Gale or Redlands, no one stayed to flatter Torosky. While these magic correspondents were eloquent, praising Torosky, who didn't dare to send even 10,000 troops against a mere 5,000 orcs, was a difficult task.
In comparison, the deer eagle cavalry in Rody City, paired in twos, dared to scout the elite demon troops. Although chased by hundreds of black-winged harpies, they returned in disarray, but their courage impressed the war correspondents.
Rody City, built on a mountain, had a giant lake in the middle, surrounded by mountains. Although not very high, the mountains were almost carved into walls by the concerted efforts of tens of thousands of soldiers, leaving only steep slopes. The only entrance was through the mouth of a canyon. Rody City, now expanded several times, had a broader defense perimeter, but its advantageous high ground, well-prepared defenses, and spirited soldiers gave the visiting war correspondents a sense of security.
When a demonic envoy arrived, typically to persuade Rody to surrender with rich promises, Rody ignored the messenger. Stanley, along with his soldiers, roared 'dream on,' and the disheartened demonic envoy left. About an hour later, the demon army formally launched their assault. Elite squads led the soldiers to the top of the mountain city, with various weapons ready for battle. War correspondents followed, using memory crystals to capture the scene, hoping to bring the latest and most comprehensive news to the people.
The human army appeared dense, but the demon army looked even more terrifying. They had giant monsters, human-faced spiders, demonic lizards, crimson horned pythons, undead creatures like ghouls, hellhounds, zombies, ghosts, dark wizards, vampires, dark knights, and even several zombie dragons and a massive bone dragon. The demon generals, riding huge hellhounds, emitting fire or frost, or riding dragons, looked fierce, hideous, and brutal.
Seeing the formation of the demon army, everyone was chilled to the bone.
The dark wizards started chanting evil summoning spells, calling forth countless skeletons and rotting corpses from plague carts, sending these undead towards the steep slopes of Rody City.
"The demon army is attacking!" The war correspondents panicked, but the elite squads seemed unaffected, almost as if they hadn’t seen the approaching threat.
The skeletons and rotting corpses reached the base of Rody City's mountain, the closest soldiers being no more than fifty meters away. Yet, Rody, commanding from the main tent, and the elite squad still gave no order to attack. Many soldiers, although not new to the battlefield, couldn't help feeling tense, some with slightly trembling fingers or swallowing nervously.
The war correspondents were terrified, seeing the skeletons and decaying corpses almost climbing up. Why hasn't the battle started yet? They wondered in horror.
Attempting to climb the slope, some rotting corpses even dragged their long intestines up nearly ten meters, terrifying the correspondents further. The enemy was about to breach the city, yet there were no orders to attack. What was going on with the Magical Child Rody?
"Ha, looks like our slope is well-built..." Tommy, after observing for a while, laughed: "No worries, everyone. Go back and rest!"
"Rest?" the correspondents were dumbfounded.
"Relax, these skeletons and corpses can't climb up. The demons are just using them to test us and hope we use up our defense resources like rocks and arrows, making it easier for them to climb. I’ve checked – the first ten meters are climbable, but a charge is impossible. For the next thirty meters, unless they are geckos, it's impossible to climb! I reckon there won't be a battle for now. They’ll likely act tonight when their powers are strongest and human vision weakest. You can rest during the day!" Tommy reassured everyone and went off to rest, leaving a few mercenaries on the city wall.
"Drinking on duty?" A correspondent was shocked to see a mercenary guzzling from a flask.
"What are you talking about? Making a big fuss over nothing!" The mercenary rolled his eyes and retorted, "It's water in a flask. I just use it to quench my thirst for a drink. Do you think I'm irresponsible? I'm Guard 1508, Gurid, once awarded for discipline! There’s even a picture of me in the tavern with a quote: 'Drink like Gurid, at the table in the tavern, not sneaking in a tent and then vomiting on duty.'"
After verifying it was indeed water, the correspondents realized that despite the apparent laxness outside, the discipline in Rody City was extremely strict, far stricter than in Saint Song Fortress.
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In Saint Song, generals and knights casually drinking at banquets was normal, and soldiers drinking in secret were often just scolded. In contrast, in Rody City, even generals caught drinking would be publicly whipped, indicating severe military discipline.
Suddenly, the demon army charged. Thousands moved in unison.
"It's over, the demons are attacking! Sound the alarm!" The correspondents panicked, shouting out warnings.
“What’s the hurry!” The Gride mercenary first looked nervously for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, “Lord Rody of the city said that the demons will carry out at least three false charges. This is to scare us, no need to be afraid!”
“Is, is this a false charge?” The war correspondent couldn’t believe it and asked tremblingly, “Said by Lord Rody of the city?”
“Look how scared you are, wipe off some sweat!” Gride, seeing thousands of demons disperse 300 meters away from the city and then circling back to their own formation, also wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, but his face was full of smiles: “The characteristic of the demon's feint attack is that the army seems to move, but the headquarters does not budge, only a thousand charge forward. Now it looks exactly the same! I have said before, if the demons want to play tricks with our lord, they have to follow behind him and carry his shoes for several years! There are still two more times! Haha! You guys aren't so scared that you wet your pants, are you?”
“Did Lord Rody really say there would be two more false charges?” The war correspondent marveled at Rody’s foresight, wondering how he knew the demons would do this.
“You go ask the lord! I'm just acting according to orders. Unless the demon’s command tent is dismantled, we can continue to chat leisurely until before dark!” Gride had not finished speaking when the demons launched an even larger charge, including flying and ground beasts, densely packed, covering the sky and land, an awe-inspiring sight.
The war correspondents were so frightened that they were weak in the knees, but this charge again dispersed two hundred meters away.
Only then did the dozens of war correspondents who risked their lives to come here truly admire Rody. Although the third false charge did not come, everyone was already in awe. What is a miracle boy? This is it! What is the first in strategy? This is it! What is a perfect war? This is it! Without losing a single soldier, waiting at ease, the demons ran back and forth with thousands of men, creating a massive momentum, but in front of the miraculous boy Rody, it was all an early anticipated joke!
The third charge happened at dusk. The war correspondents were dining, and seeing the demons’ entire combat forces moving, they were again terrified with racing hearts.
Gride and the other mercenaries also clenched their teeth and persisted, because Rody had said there would be three false charges, and this should be false. But they were not sure, such a full-scale charge, could it be false too? They were ready to ring the alarm at any moment. Gride's hand was trembling, he wanted to press it immediately, but he dared not really do it. Delaying action is a capital offense, but not following military orders and falsely reporting military information is also a capital offense... Dozens of war correspondents were watching his hand, wanting to urge him to ring the alarm immediately, to prepare all soldiers for battle, but they couldn’t speak.
Is it better to believe in the miraculous boy Rody, or to report the current situation truthfully?
There are countless changes on the battlefield, unforeseen previously. If Rody’s estimate is wrong, then this mistake might be the beginning of a nightmare for all humanity!
“Gride, what are you waiting for? The demons are here!” The war correspondents saw the demon vanguard army rushing within a hundred meters, their voices trembling with fear.
“No, wait a bit longer, the lord will definitely not be wrong! I believe in him, he won't be wrong!” Gride bit his teeth until they bled, but his trembling hand never rang the alarm. In the city, countless dining soldiers were also startled by the noise, each putting down their food, standing solemnly, waiting for the alarm to ring. In this critical period, the mercenaries still chose to believe, astonishing the war correspondents.
Finally, when the demons almost touched the city walls of Rody city, they stopped the charge, and most retreated.
The Dark Knights angrily turned the skeletons and decaying corpses that were still climbing at the foot of Rody city, unable to climb any higher, into minced meat and bone debris. They felt angry, especially seeing the eyes of the mercenaries on the city walls, feeling immense shame. The enemy was completely unmoved, all their previous efforts becoming a joke. This situation, so devastating, had never been tried in human battles before.
Humans, upon seeing the demons, would always panic and launch an immediate assault, allowing the demons to mockingly swat away their feeble arrows from a great distance. Now, not a single arrow was shot from above, yet the gazing looks of contempt from above were even more unbearable for the demons than the arrows, piercing right through to their souls.
“Give me some water to drink, I, I really almost wet my pants just now!” Some war correspondents, seeing the demons retreat, sat down on the ground, some gulping water, some vigorously patting their chests. An elderly correspondent took a deep breath and said, “I feel a bit ashamed, just now, I doubted the miraculous boy's judgment. We, we almost spoiled everything! Thankfully, thankfully…”
“It’s okay, we also wavered just now, but in the end, we still believed in Lord Rody. He is the miraculous boy, he can't be wrong!” The mercenaries, including Gride, were also drenched in sweat, looking as if they had been fished out of water, but their faces beamed with pride, especially when mentioning ‘our lord’.
“Elite squad, form up!” A person emerged from the main camp tent beneath the city, it was Rody himself, who shouted loudly, “The enemy's morale has plummeted, it's the perfect time for us to strike. Let’s give those demons an unforgettable dusk. Come on! My brothers, let the demons tremble just hearing you, the human elites, and let's show these fools what an effective charge is!”
“Rody, victorious!” The elite squad, though only a hundred or so in number, roared with a voice that could shake the heavens and the earth.
“Victory… Long live the lord!” Tens of thousands of soldiers, though not called by Rody for battle, were also boiling with excitement, shouting in unison.
“One hundred elites are going to pursue and attack? Oh my god… the miraculous boy, this is the miraculous boy! Friends worried in the rear, open your eyes wide and see, what kind of pride we humans have! We have the miraculous boy Rody! We have the hope of humanity!” The elderly war correspondent, excited and flushed, shouted to the recording mage, “Quick, film this, this is a historic precious moment, don’t focus on this old man, aim there, towards the miraculous boy, now is the time for the young…”
“The war drums, beat them!” The one personally beating the Orcish war drums to amplify the momentum was General Quentin.
“Elite squad, target the lagging demon soldiers, kill!” Rody leaped down from the city walls, holding a giant black blade for slaying horses, pouncing on the lagging demon monsters and ghouls.
“Kill! Kill! Kill…” Led by Chris, the elite squad, each bursting with fighting spirit, flew down.
Countless soldiers rushed to the city walls, countless eyes watching. Under the thunderous drumming, over a hundred human elites dove into the midst of the lagging demon army. Just like their previous battles, although the demons were elite forces, most chose to temporarily avoid and retreat due to plummeting morale. The few Dark Knights who met them head-on, and the Dark Wizards ordered to counterattack, were all slain by Rody and Chris.
Huge explosions erupted in the demon battlefield, sending up thick smoke into the sky.
A wall of fire rapidly ignited in the lagging demon camp, erupting violently from the ground, cutting off more than two thousand demon soldiers at the rear.
The command tent of the demon's rear command post rang out with the shrill sound of magical alarm bells. However, they were not for launching a rescue attack, but to prohibit attack and form a steel defense to prevent a human army surprise attack. Three of the six demon marshals appeared, roaring orders for the troops to quickly regroup. As for the more than two thousand soldiers cut off by the magical flames, they could only watch in pain as Rody and his elite squad slaughtered them like cutting vegetables.
Faced with the human miraculous boy, although they saw only a hundred or so pursuing elites, they dared not sortie to rescue, fearing a trap.
Because their opponent was the miraculous boy, Rody, who has never lost and always triumphed over his enemies.