No issues here.
Very well, let us proceed with this arrangement.
Everyone, prepare yourselves.
With the orders given, all members departed to make their preparations.
Before long, Blood Hunter returned with news, confirming that the Orc army was indeed stationed nearby.
After a light breakfast, Fong Ha returned to his room to invoke the divine presence.
A flame of soul ignited within the eye sockets of the skeleton warriors.
Straightforwardly, they arrived at the location where the army was stationed, setting forth towards the territory occupied by the orcs, intending to catch them offg guard.
The orc forces would certainly not anticipate that the undead legions, which were supposed to be driven away, had begun to gather and take the initiative.
Within the city, a formidable force of 100,000 undead remained, although no heroic leader was left behind, in the event of an assault on the city, Fong Ha could promptly disengage from his divine state to take command.
Naturally, should any unforeseen circumstances arise, the Orc army would not wait for the Bronze Bull.
They would advance early and encounter the undead legions in a chance skirmish.
Circumventing such a massive army to directly attack the city would prove to be a daunting task.
The vast undead army set forth, marching resolutely towards the orc encampment.
Along the way, they encountered the returning blood hunter.
My lord, the orcs have yet to depart, but they have sent a detachment to the mana market to hasten their preparations.
They were intercepted and eliminated by me on the way, reported the Blood Hunter.
Its enormous bat-like wings granted the Blood Hunter an unparalleled mobility, enabling it to scout enemy positions and assassinate isolated orcs, albeit somewhat underutilized.
Very well.
You shall lead the flying units, Fongo replied.
Yes, my lord.
The army continued its rapid advance.
At 8:00 in the morning, the system notification chimed once more.
Compulsory mission invasion of the Ratman has officially commenced.
All lords are advised to prepare for defense.
Subsequently, Fongo received another notification.
Your mission has been altered.
The situation is evolving independently and is not included in the calculations.
It appeared that battles had already begun in other territories.
While Fungha's forces were still on their lengthy march, finally after a relentless march, the main force near their target, directly ahead lay the orc encampment, at the camp of the skull crusher army.
Within the tent, Amiri bore a grim expression, "Have those sent to locate the bronze bull returned?" Outside the tent, a guard entered and replied, "Commander, they have not yet returned.
Should we send someone else?" Amiri fell silent, a vague sense of crisis swelling within him.
There had to be some issue at play, but he could not discern its nature.
With a resounding thud, he struck the nearby chair, shattering it into splinters.
"No more waiting.
Send word to prepare for departure.
We shall eliminate the undead territory first, and then return to settle accounts regarding the bronze bull," Amiri commanded, his voice laced with fury.
"Yes, commander.
" Just as the orc guard was about to relay the orders.
Both of their expressions suddenly froze.
Amiri furrowed his brow, observing the rippling waves in his cup, an earthquake.
At that moment, chaos erupted outside the tent.
An orc stumbled in breathless, and before Amiri could reprimand him, he shouted, "See Commander, an undead legion is approaching from outside, and there are far too many of them.
" Amir's heart tightened.
The undead had dared to launch a proactive assault.
a development that had truly taken him by surprise.
With a swift kick, he sent a shouting orc sprawling to the ground, growling, "If you dare to raise your voice again, I shall be the first to end your life.
" The army of the undead city was no secret.
They possessed detailed intelligence.
Approximately 50,000 low tier skeletons were at their disposal.
While this number appeared significant, those inferior undead would prove as fragile as paper against the might of 300,000 orc warriors.
Even if the enemy were to launch an assault, what difference would it make? It would merely shift the battlefield to this location.
The orc, now on the ground, recoiled and pleaded, "Commander, you must see for yourself.
The number of undead is overwhelming.
Let us go," Amir declared, stepping out of the tent.
As he emerged, he too sensed something a miss.
The tremors beneath his feet grew increasingly pronounced.
It was a bone dragon.
They possessed a bone dragon.
Suddenly, the throng of orcs ahead erupted in alarm, further exacerbating the chaos.
Amir commanded his guards to restore order, wielding his whip to strike the orcs, urging them to regroup and prepare for battle.
With each crack of the whip, the crowd dispersed.
Amir and his guards beheld the unfolding scene before them.
A palpable sense of dread emanating from the undead enveloped him.
The skeletal army sprawled across the hills, filling every inch of his vision, resembling a white tsunami surging over the forests and fields, rapidly approaching their position.
The tremors he had felt were not an earthquake.
They were the sound of the skeletal horde advancing.
Above, countless massive bone dragons soared towards them with alarming speed.
Nearing the encampment, sound horns prepare for battle, Amir bellowed, his voice with urgency.
This impending conflict promised to be a fierce struggle for survival.
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Victory in human slavery.
A resounding howl resounded through the air, signaling all the orcs to enter a state of battle readiness.
Amiri forcibly suppressed the rising tide of fear within his heart and began to command the various units to prepare for combat.
Every available item was stacked around them, reinforcing the hastily constructed defensive fortifications.
Though the orc numbers reached 300,000, such a vast force could only fortify select areas.
Amiri bellowed commands, dispatching messengers to disseminate information swiftly.
As the skeletal dragon loomed ever closer in the sky, Amiri had no choice but to issue urgent orders.
All bat riders were to prepare for engagement.
Tasked with diverting the dragons attention while ranged units readied themselves for battle.
The Bat Riders, a fifth tier aerial unit of the Orc clan, possessed enormous wings and a physique reminiscent of bats, complete with sharp claws.
Each rider, an orc, was capable of launching attacks against both airborne and ground targets.
Yet, despite their prowess, the bat riders were merely fifth tier warriors and could not be compared to a legendary creature such as the skeletal dragon.
Amir s intent was for them to entangle or steer the dragon in another direction, allowing the infantry to conserve their energy for the advancing undead army.
Should the skeletal dragon enter the battlefield first, the orc forces would find themselves in dire straits as they primarily relied on infantry, thousands of bat riders surged into the sky, forming a unique formation as they flew directly towards the skeletal dragon.
The orcs mounted a top began to draw their javelins.
Preparing to strike, they understood their role to harass incessantly without the necessity of determining a definitive victor against the dragon.
However, reality often proves more brutal than ideals.
As the thousands of bat riders prepared to launch their javelins at the skeletal dragon, a cacophony erupted.
Nearly a 100 skeletal dragons unleashed a swarm of skeletal bats from their backs, akin to birds startled from a forest.
The skeletal bats spiraled through the air, charging directly at the bat riders.
Instantly, the expressions of the bat rider squad shifted in fear.
How could they possibly contend with such overwhelming odds, "Scatter and seize any opportunity to harass the dragon.
" The captain of the bat riders commanded loudly.
The formation swiftly dispersed, seeking chances to disrupt the skeletal dragon.
Yet, despite the bat rider's rapid response, several were ins snared by the skeletal bats.
As they attempted to scatter once more, their flesh was devoured clean, leaving only bones to plummet from the sky.
In that moment, the heavens seemed to rain down bones.
An eerie sight that even the ferocious and savage orc legion found chilling.
The chase between the bat riders and the skeletal bats continued while 100 skeletal dragons flew unimpeded over the orc encampment, disregarding the arrows that shot up from below.