Otherwise, she would struggle to find her footing in this chaotic world, not to mention the impending leaderboard refresh next week and whatever mischief the system might concoct.
The black alchemists in the city have indeed created some intriguing trinkets such as containers that release potent viruses, various auxiliary potions, and metallic constructs.
However, these creations have proven to be of little consequence against the undead, and thus far, nothing is captivated by use attention.
This may be attributed to their low level.
Perhaps with time, their capabilities will improve.
As for weapons, equipment, and potions, Chunfong cannot utilize them due to his light affinity.
While others face no such restrictions, the technology behind the metallic constructs remains immature, rendering them less effective than the undead's sheer numbers.
The ineffective potions will be periodically stored and delivered to the dwarves by Xiaoi for their use or research.
The fusion of dwarven and alchemical technology is a mystery that Bayou is eager to explore.
Currently, the governing dwarves are still too few.
But Bayou has already resolved that once he fully dominates the dwarven kingdom, he will summon all the dwarven sorcerers to the city of the undead to grow stronger.
He cannot afford to overlook any multifaceted talents.
In the palace, only by you and the night elves remain, and with nothing pressing to attend to, Bayou soon succumb to slumber.
He arose at the appointed hour, noting that the sudden emergence of the city of the undead seemed to have made an impact on the outskirts of the dark forest.
It is likely that Bayou has already drawn the attention of those deep within the forest.
In order to establish his kingdom, the dark forest must become as much a sanctuary for him as the frosty snow mountains, a matter that he currently seeks to address.
with adversaries and threats eradicated in his vicinity.
Only the dark forest remains a nuisance.
Meanwhile, in the Emerald Hills, the orcs harbor no grudges that can be easily resolved.
Previous feeble assaults, although unsuccessful, allowed for a strategic retreat without total annihilation.
However, this time, thousands of orcs have vanished without a trace.
Inciting the wrath of their tribal leaders, two or tribes simultaneously dispatch their forces.
Yet before they reached the siblings fortress, the two groups encountered each other first.
Without hesitation, the orc battalions engaged in a fierce battle.
Afterward, the tribal leaders learned that their warriors had fallen to the hands of a foreign race, prompting them to unite in a concerted effort to eliminate the outsiders before settling their own rivalry.
They received word that the two foreigners had sustained considerable losses and that the garrison within the castle was diminished, thus deeming it unnecessary to engage in a grand confrontation.
Consequently, each tribal leader dispatched their most capable commanders comprising a pseudo king leading 2,000 orc warriors totaling 4,000 orcs advancing once more toward the siblings fortress.
This time they are determined to eradicate the two detestable outsiders.
The elemental beings, Guang Wuan and Injiao, have long been reassigned to the city of the undead, heading towards the dark forest.
Presently, the siblings castle is guarded by merely six undead.
Among them are a royal necromancer and a lich alongside the four sovereigns of the races.
The undead devise a straightforward method to amass experience.
Two royal figures would defend the castle while the four sovereigns launched an assault against the orc forces.
Once they could no longer withstand the pressure, the necromancer and the lich immediately sprang into action, summoning an army of the undead to eradicate the orcs forces.
To prevent any information from being relayed back, it was imperative that not a single orc escape.
The orc troops encountering the undead for the first time were undoubtedly unprepared and utterly incapable of vanquishing these spectral foes, thus allowing for an unrestrained accumulation of experience.
Methods effective against elemental beings proved feudal against the undead.
Naturally, beings of light and darkness could vanquish the undead, but they were not present at this moment, leaving the orcs incapable of leveraging the device in their possession.
for a strategic advantage.
Before long, the combined Orcish forces of 4,000 converged at this location, only to find the castle eerily desolate.
Bewilderment washed over their faces as they beheld the strange creatures lingering before the fortress.
Had their adversaries fled, the two leading orcs, determined not to return empty-handed, exchanged a glance and raised their weapons, rallying their fellow warriors with a resounding cry.
destroy the castle for the glory of the tribe.
Chapter 237.
Lanny first for the tribe.
Behind him, a throng of orcs clad and tattered animal hides raised their weapons, unleashing a battle cry as they launched an assault on the two castles.
As native inhabitants of the Hapuni region, these orcs possessed no knowledge of the undead.
In their eyes, the skeletal emaciated figures of the undead were mere weaklings.
With a swift motion, the surrounding ice encased several orcs and SARS dispatched them, instantly elevating from level seven to level eight.
Among the four great race kings, only Jon and Lanny boasted the highest levels, engaging in battle with remarkable ease.
Jon brandished his broadsword, summoning countless fiery red skulls that cascaded from the heavens, wreaking havoc among the orc ranks.
Lanny, not to be outdone, conjured a floating blue orb above his head, which then fragmented into numerous beams of light that rained down upon the orcs below.
The orcs experienced a sharp pain in their hearts, succumbing to curses that led to their demise.
Jack's method of attack was the most straightforward, devoid of flamboyant effects.
He wielded a long knife enveloped in black flames, methodically slaying any orc that ventured too close.
Unfazed by death, the orcs two leaders observed as their warriors clashed with the enemy, while Jon and Lanny, as high-ranking leaders, faced no pressure whatsoever.
Sars and Jack found themselves in a precarious situation, still at the ordinary level, leaving them vulnerable to injury or even death.
As an orc leader struck Jack with a mighty blow, a horde of orcs surged forth to overwhelm him.
Yet, no matter how fiercely they assaulted his form, Jack's wounds healed instantaneously, the powerful orcs, intent on tearing him apart, found their efforts feudal, eventually succumbing to Jack's relentless counterattacks.
He was invincible, a leader class, or gasped in astonishment.
Despite Jack being merely of ordinary rank, their onslaught had proven utterly ineffectual.
This revelation prompted a chilling conclusion.
Their cries drew the attention of two pseudo king level orcs who upon scrutiny began to suspect the truth.
These beings appeared truly immortal.
What manner of bizarre creature was this? Use witchcraft to attack.
One orc urged without needing further prompting.
The orcs swiftly crushed a tooth from the bone necklaces they wore, unleashing a cloud of green mist.
Yet this indiscriminate assault effective against all life forms proved utterly useless against these peculiar entities.
Could it be that they lacked any vitality? As Jack fell more enemies, he breached his limits and ascended to the rank of leader.
A dark circular blade of energy cleaved through the surrounding orcs, decimating them in half as he carved a path toward the remaining foes.
An abomination.
If 4,000 orc warriors could not conquer these four strange beings, their tribes had no place within the Orc Empire, the pseudo king orc, wielding a massive bone hammer, charged towards his adversary, firmly believing that no undead creature could withstand his might.
Just because other orcs had failed to vanquish their foes did not imply he would meet the same fate.
With a colossal bone hammer aimed at Jack, he regarded Jack as the most peculiar of opponents.
As the hammer was about to descend upon Jack, a broad sword intercepted the blow.
Jon, having previously employed a group attack skill, had now ascended to level 9 as a commander, possessing the prowess to contend with a pseudo king.
The ensuing battle was monumental, overwhelming in its intensity, rendering the ordinary orcs mere spectators, who respectfully cleared a path for their leader.
All the orcs then turned their attention to the other three undead, attacking with fervor.
In their eyes, the priority of slaying foes superseded all else.
The annihilation of a castle was of little consequence.
The eradication of the enemy was paramount.
As the skirmish continued for nearly 2 hours, another orc leader who had not engaged in battle began to sense something a miss.
Surely after such a prolonged fight, even if their adversaries could not be slain, exhaustion would take its toll.
The orc leader battling Jon was gradually succumbing to fatigue, resorting to the berserk potion bestowed by the orc shaman.
Witnessing the increasing number of fallen orc bodies, he resolved to retreat.
Orc warriors are undeniably brave and fearless.
Yet, they must not engage in feudal sacrifices.
However, this battle could not yield no spoils.
Returning to their chief to report a crushing defeat at the hands of four strange undead beings was unacceptable.
Their foes boasted no kings, merely four commanders.
The orc leader cast his gaze upon the castle of the two siblings.
Even the destruction of an alien stronghold would suffice.
He promptly decided to raise the castle and then withdraw decisively.
No longer entangled with these peculiar creatures, the four undead noticed the orc leader hastening towards the castle.
Blany go.
Blany quickly comprehended the command.
The task assigned by their queen was to ascend to king level.
And among the four undead, only Blany was poised for such elevation.
Having already attained level 9 as a commander before arriving, Blany swiftly departed the battlefield, soaring into the sky and flying towards the castle in the rear.
At that moment, the orc leader upon arriving at the deserted castle guarded solely by gone.