Given the Skull Crush Tribe's determination to eliminate this threat, Taro felt compelled to lend his support.

Should the Skull Crush Tribe neglect this matter, the ensuing growth of the Necromancer City could lead to inevitable conflict with nearby tribes.

With the Frost Wind Mountains Warriors as our vanguard, what do we have to fear? I, for one, have not tasted battle in quite some time.

My body feels stiff and weary.

One of the chieftains remarked, "The anticipation for the Mororrow's clash, igniting excitement among the gathered leaders.

" Just as their enthusiasm reached a crescendo, a bullheaded guard burst into the hall, urgency radiating from his demeanor.

Chieft dire news.

A multitude of undead forces along with skeletal dragons approaches the city.

What? Towok sprang to his feet.

His expression a mask of shock.

An overwhelming number of undead armies are drawing near.

You must see this at once.

The guard reiterated.

Quickly escort me.

Towok seized his battle axe and followed the guard out of the hall.

The other chieftains displaying equal alarm.

Their kin remained stationed outside the city.

And should hostilities erupt, they would surely suffer significant losses.

In haste, they all rushed from the chieftain's hall upon reaching the battlements.

Their gazes fell upon the horizon where a tide of skeletal warriors surged forth, painting their expressions with dread.

Most alarming of all were a monstrous skeletal dragons soaring in the skies above.

What could this mean? Was there not merely a necromancer city to the west, but an entire necromancer empire? Chief Towok, hurry.

Let my can enter swiftly.

Yes, our people are still outside.

We must allow them in without delay.

The undead army is not far off, and if we tar, it may be too late.

The Copper Bull nodded and arranged for the stationed orcs outside to be permitted entry into the city.

The undead legion marched relentlessly and from a distance.

The Orc army camped outside Manim could be discerned.

This force was markedly different from the previous orc trading caravan.

They were fully equipped and carried supplies.

Clearly gathered for battle in response to the call of the Skullcrusher tribe.

My lord, the stationed orcs are entering the city.

It seems they intend to prepare for a defensive stance, reported Blood Hunter, landing on Fonggha's cart.

This time, Fong Hao did not ride a dragon, but sat upon a cart drawn by skeletal wolves, conversing with Nelson as they traveled.

Upon hearing Blood Hunter's report, Fongghao rose and gazed towards Manom.

Indeed, the orcs were swiftly entering through the city gates, leaving behind a multitude of tents in preparation for war.

"Prepare for battle," Fungho commanded.

Yes.

Blood hunter spread his wings once more and returned to the back of the bone dragon leading the skeletal forces.

And Jia is time for battle.

Wake up.

Goodness.

Fungho slapped in Jia's cheek only to find a damp withdrool.

According to her biological clock, she had indeed risen earlier today, but it was unlikely she had slept through the journey to this point.

Ah.

Huh.

And Jia rubbed her eyes, instinctively wiping away the drool.

We're going to fight.

Yes, we are finally here.

At the mention of battle and Xiao became immediately alert.

A gleam of eagerness in her eyes.

On the offensive, Fong Hao declared, sounding the warhorn.

A blue ripple emanated forth, imbuing all soldiers with a 10 increase in movement speed and a two boost in attack power.

Without any formation, at Fonghouse command, 50,000 skeletal soldiers swiftly unshathed their weapons and advanced towards the base of Manm.

As their pace quickened, the undead army began to run.

A skeletal tsunami surging forward.

Quickly, send your men to the walls.

Why aren't you sending your men up? Stop giving orders to my people.

The city was in disarray with multiple chieftains vying for control, each unwilling to yield to the other.

In times past, the tribes had raided one another, making it even less likely they would heed each other as commands.

Silence.

I will command us all.

The copper bull forcefully interjected, pushing aside the two who were about to clash.

Here only I am the hero.

The rest of you chieftains are not.

Seeing the copper bull's fierce demeanor, the two men espado faltered considerably.

Chief Towok, I concur with the command, one of them stated.

I too concur, the other added.

The copper bull glared at them both and issued a loud command.

All ranged units, ascend the walls and dismantle the buildings within the territory.

Bring back stones and logs.

Yes, the chaotic horde of orcs has achieved a temporary semblance of unity.

All orcs have begun to mobilize.

The ranged units ascend the ramparts.

Preparing to engage the swiftly approaching undead army.

However, in the next moment, a warning echoes.

Beware of the skeletal dragons.

Suddenly, the sky darkens.

Several skeletal dragons dive down, unleashing their deadly breath upon the gathered ranged units on the city walls.

A torrent of black energy erupts from the mouths of the dragons.

In an instant, the orc struck by this malevolent force emit anguish cries.

Flesh begins to dissolve and detach from their bodies, leaving only a scattering of skeletal remains.

Witnessing this horrifying scene, a chill runs through the hearts of all present.

It is over.

These ordinary soldiers stand no chance against the 10th tier skeletal dragons.

Even the desire to defend is feudal as they cannot even ascend the battlements.

How can they continue this battle? Yet this is merely the beginning.

Dozens of skeletal dragons circle ominously above the city.

Their deathly breath reaping the lives of the orc warriors below.

Chapter 135.

The taming of the copper bull.

At this moment, the valiant orcs appeared as feeble as ants.

Under the onslaught of the breath, they were unable to ascend the walls for defense.

While the remaining orcs sought refuge, evading the circling skeletal dragon.

Those orcs who failed to find shelter had already been reduced to mere bones scattered on the ground.

As the orcs remained insconsoned in their hiding places, a skeletal troll leapt from the dragon's back and forcefully opened the city gates, allowing the skeletal army to surge within.

Fongghao, commanding the skeletons, stroed into the city.

Cease the assault, he ordered.

The skeletal dragon halted its circling and landed at top a building, causing the earth to tremble.