Ultimately, it was discovered that these rascals had yet to leave their camp.
After a discussion with Copper Bull, they swiftly altered their strategy, encircling the orc encampment and gradually tightening the noose.
Within the encirclement, not a single orc would escape.
Lord Fireb Blade, we are now within bow range, came another report.
Commence archery attack, Fireblade commanded.
The skeletal archers entered a steady firing stance, drawing their bows to unleash a barrage upon the orc camp.
A torrent of arrows soared forth, raining down upon the adversary.
The Orc archers retaliated, their arrows falling like a thunderstorm.
Fireblade issued further orders to accelerate their advance.
The undead army swiftly constricted the encircling formation.
300,000 orcs faced against a million undead.
The outcome of this battle was beyond doubt.
Sounding the horn, Fireblade commanded the ranged units to cease fire, signaling all melee combatants to charge forward into Shattered Skulls Encampment.
In a bloody mountains, the undead army surged like a roaring tsunami, launching an assault upon the troll legion.
The trolls, towering nearly 4 m tall, found themselves overwhelmed as the densely packed undead soldiers trampled over one another, surpassing the trolls height and enveloping the troll forces.
The air was filled with the sounds of screams and clashing weapons.
On the cliffs, Blood Hunter, accompanied by swarms of skeletal giant bats, evaded the trolls gaze.
They navigated along the cliff until reaching the position above the dragon lock crossbow.
It was these crossbows that had deterred the bone dragons, resulting in the loss of two.
"Destroy these contraptions," Blood Hunter commanded, pointing with his long sword.
Instantly, the skeletal giant bats surged forth like a flock returning home, launching an assault on the siege machinery.
The trolls operating the devices attempted to fend them off, but the sheer number of bats was overwhelming.
The bats enveloped the trolls entirely, and when they dispersed, only skeletal remains littered the ground.
"Demolish the machinery," Blood Hunter cried, wielding his sword to shatter the devices.
Before the remaining trolls could provide support, all the equipment was thoroughly cleared away.
Soon, the furious voices of the trolls echoed nearby.
While Blood Hunter had already completed his task with a skeletal giant bat and began to retreat.
Upon returning to the camp, Blood Hunter mounted a dragon once more.
Soaring into the sky alongside the remaining dragons, they lunged into the heart of the Bloodthroat Troll Legion, unleashing their breath attacks.
Columns of black energy swept through the ranks of the trolls, causing numerous trolls to perish and transform into mere bones.
Cause unleashed two powerful punches, sending shock waves in a fan shape.
Sways of the undead crumbled beneath the force of his blows, scattering in all directions.
Yet, in the wake of this destruction, countless undead surged forward, relentlessly advancing.
Despite having slain thousands upon thousands of skeletal foes, their numbers showed no signs of dwindling.
The warriors of his bloodthroat legion fell in droves under the onslaught of the undead and bone dragons.
Witnessing his comrades perish in clusters before him, and gazing upon the seemingly endless horde of the undead, cause realized he had failed.
Erroneous intelligence had led him to underestimate this undead force.
With a roar, he shouted, "Everyone fall back.
Retreat to the bloodthroat mountains.
The trolls, already contemplating retreat, echoed their chieftain's command with their own furious cries.
They defended against the relentless assault of the undead while gradually retreating towards the bloodthroat mountains.
The undead army continued to pursue them relentlessly, pressing forward, trampling, and entangling with the trolls.
"My lord, the troll legion has retreated.
They have suffered significant losses, reported Blackthornne as he approached Fonghow.
Yes, pursue them appropriately.
Scour the battlefield and transport the troll corpses back to our territory for transformation, Fongo instructed.
The terrain and paths within the Bloodthroat Mountains were unfamiliar to them.
Once the skeletons dispersed, they would no longer pose a threat to the trolls, so a measure pursuit would suffice.
The arrangement of the battlefield was commendable.
They had managed to eliminate a considerable number of trolls using traps and obstacles before the enemy breached the walls.
The greatest loss, however, was the emergence of a dragon lock crossbow, a device that unexpectedly possessed the power to drag dragons from the sky, resulting in the loss of two bone dragons.
Bone dragons were not comparable to ordinary troops.
Losing even one was a severe blow, and no amount of fallen skeletal soldiers could compensate for the loss of these two.
Understand, my lord, Blackthornne nodded in acknowledgement.
The next steps involved repairing the walls and gates and organizing personnel to call back the skeletal army.
If Fong How were present, he could utilize the Lord's book for the restoration of buildings.
However, in his current state, he could only rely on his subordinates to organize the repairs and arrange for the return of the attacking skeletons.
The battle in the Bloodthroat Mountains came to a close.
Fongo dispelled his divine presence and awoke in his chamber.
At this moment, the sun had begun to set, indicating it was around 4 or 5:00.
A rumble emanated from his stomach, quickly followed by a profound sense of hunger.
"Your prepared dinner," Fong Hao called out as he opened the door.
"All right," came your s response from downstairs.
Fong Hao opened a lord's book to contact Jeang Bin.
"Jang Bin, how are things on your end?" He inquired.
Before long, Jeang Bin replied, "Boss, the battle has concluded.
All the orcs have been slain and we have captured an injured green-skinned orc hero.
Miss Hilda mentioned that she assassinated the aerial commander last night.
Hilda was known as Littleu.
Jeang Bin being a transmigrant could see the hero's name and referred to her as Hilda.
Once close combat commenced, it was exceedingly difficult for anyone to survive, particularly with the Undead Legion, which had issued a kill order.
The mission was deemed complete only when the enemy perished.
Had it not been for the injured orc's absence from battle, he would likely have met his demise at the hands of the skeletons.
"Is he severely injured?" "What tier of hero is he?" Fonghao asked.
"A green five- tier hero.
He has a slit throat and speaks somewhat horsely, but his condition seems stable," Jeang Bin replied.
"Good.
Keep an eye on him.
I will pay a visit shortly.
" Understood, boss.
After this battle, Jeang Bin had become completely obedient to Fong Hao.
Those who survived in the channel were undoubtedly skilled.
Yet none possessed an army of such magnitude.
While others reveled in their acquisition of green gear, Fong had already embarked on a large-scale conquest.
Ending the conversation, Fong Hao descended to dine.
This meal time fell between lunch and dinner.
Master, was the battle successful? You're familiar with Fong Hao? Felt comfortable asking such questions.
Indeed, we emerged victorious.
The maze need not clean the undead district tonight.
There will be corpses for conversion to spare them any fright.
Fong replied while eating.
People of this era prove to be more resilient than one might imagine.
Otherwise, survival here would be quite challenging.
Thank you, master, your smiled, expressing gratitude on behalf of the maids.
In truth, their encounter with Fong how was a stroke of fortune.
Their meals were plentiful, and their living conditions surpassed those of their previous village.
And in Ja, Fonhao inquired.
She is likely practicing her punches in the backyard.
Should I summon her? Yes, have her tidy up.
I'll be taking her out shortly.