A massive square portal pulsated with a vibrant green light for which a torrent of orc warriors surged forth, charging towards Twin City.
Flanking the portal stood four imposing orc chieftains, each adorned in distinct garb and shouldering various weapons, unmistakably the leaders of their respective clans.
So swiftly they arrived.
thought Chenue, her expression peculiar yet unperturbed.
The relentless tide of orcs descended, but the undead swiftly retaliated.
Although the undead forces of Twin City, pald in comparison to those of the undead city, numbering a solid 80,000.
Bolstered by over 20 royal figures, including the five kings, they were more than a match for meer tribes.
This fortuitously spared them the trouble of seeking out their adversaries.
Unlike the orcs, who were constrained to ground combat, the undead possessed aerial capabilities.
Coupled with the city as defensive might, the orcs found it exceedingly difficult to approach.
Clearly, they had underestimated the strength of the invaders at the northern border of the Orc Empire.
Two beams of black light descended from the heavens, cleaving the battlefield and piercing the enemy ranks.
An assault initiated by the creature above as its immense form hovered over the orc horde.
The four chieftains watched in bewilderment as it began to deploy the undead.
In an instant, 5,000 undead cascaded down like a waterfall, landing behind the orc forces, quickly rising to launch their assault.
The orcs had yet to breach the undead's barricade on the front lines.
Now they face the additional threat from a rear assault, compelling them to contract their formation to protect the portal.
Should the portal be destroyed, their escape would be irrevocably severed, leaving them with no refuge.
Unbeknownst to the orcs, this was merely a fragment of Sarth's grand scheme.
Had they intended to obliterate the portal, they would have acted from the outset, ensuring its demise rather than allowing it to persist.
Its existence served solely to facilitate the continuous influx of orc reinforcements who were unwittingly accumulating experience.
The orcs, however, failed to grasp this, attributing their predicament solely to their numerical disadvantage.
Soon, a fresh wave of Orc warriors emerged from the portal, confirming the arrival of reinforcements.
Shortly thereafter, two additional orc chieftains materialized, bringing the total to six, representing an entire six clans.
This surge tipped the scales in favor of the orcs.
Momentarily reversing their fortunes as they began to press the front line towards Twin City, their leaders faces alike with the prospect of victory.
It was only at this juncture that the six chieftains discerned an unsettling phenomenon.
The undead they had felled were reconstituting, reviving with alarming rapidity.
No longer content to remain passive observers, they joined their fellow royal orcs in the fray, and the undead forces began to falter.
Shall we not join the fry? On the city wall, Chinu gazed at the relentless collapse of the undead below and the advancing orcs towards the twin cities and anxiously remarked, "Just a moment longer.
" Sussy, however, remained unperturbed, discerning that the current situation encompassed all the main forces of this assault.
To allow them to continue unchecked, could potentially summon formidable adversaries that would be difficult to withstand.
Thus, in pursuit of maximizing their advantage, it was imperative to wait until these orcs completed their teleportation and sever their escape routes.
Soon, the orcs within the vast green teleportation array dwindled in number.
as all the warriors from the six tribes had assembled.
At that moment, the enemy had reached the foot of the city.
Chapter 3:21.
Defeat and crumbling mentality.
It is time.
Launch a full-scale assault and obliterate the enemy's teleportation array.
Sars shouted, directing his command solely to the royal class.
For only they possessed such capability.
At his command, the remaining tens of thousands of undead within Twin Cities ceased their concealment, surging up the castle walls and leaping down in a brutal and straightforward manner, bypassing the gates entirely.
Nearly 30 royal beings cascaded down at that moment, charging towards the orcs below.
Several domains unfurled in the air, crushing everything in their vicinity.
Most of these royals were liches, not only formidable in strength, but also exceptional in control, with several high-ranking royals among them.
In a brief encounter with the Orc royalty, two liches effortlessly dispatched their opponents.
In the next heartbeat, a shadow teleported in and the surrounding aura of death thickened ominously.
In that instant, the true form of the necromancer swapped places with its avatar, immediately summoning the corpses of fallen orc royalty nearby.
Three level six liches alongside a few slightly lower ranked liches constituted the pinnacle of undead combat power.
Swiftly engaging the six orc chieftains.
The orc tribes had only dispatched a couple dozen royal warriors, while the undead side, including the four royals and their two companions, boasted nearly 30.
This was not a fair one-on-one contest.
As the lowerranked orc royals fell, the necromancer would summon them back, and the undead's advantage would only grow.
The necromancer instantaneously conjured four avatars, each merging into the bodies of the four royals, enveloping them in a mysterious black mist, elevating their ranks by one level and infusing their attacks with corrosive death energy and soul damage.
This was merely the necromancer's avatars should it choose to strengthen itself by dismissing all avatars.
The four royals could ascend two levels.
SARS transition from a level three royal to a level four royal.
Do not underestimate this single tier difference, for it marks the divide between junior and intermediate royalty.
Sars plunged his sword into the earth, instantly encasing the surroundings in ice, resembling a domain of frost, freezing all nearby orcs, which he then dispatched with skeletal magic.
All the orcs were embroiled in fierce battles with their adversaries.
Yet Sars stood unparalleled.
He ascended into the air, soaring directly towards the orc's teleportation portal.
A colossal beam of icy sword light obliterated everything, effortlessly shattering the orc's teleportation array.
Despair etched upon the faces of the six orc chieftains.
In that moment, they comprehended the entirety of the city's might.
It was far beyond what their disperate tribes could contend with.
All that came were royal orc warriors and a solitary orc shaman capable of soul attacks had not graced the battlefield.
for each tribe was limited to a single shaman who was not tasked with combat.
This predicament rendered it exceedingly difficult for the orc royals to vanquish the skeletons, and their initial encounter with such foes left them utterly at a loss.
The orc leader morale had shattered.
All they desired now was to flee, unwilling to perish needlessly in this place.
As for the royal orders, nothing outweighed the importance of survival.
Dying for the royals was the folly of a fool.
He raised the colossal axe in his hands, his arms bulging with veins as green energy surged towards the weapon with a mighty swing.
The earth around him cracked instantaneously.
A massive scar infused with eerie energy surged forth towards Twin Cities, obliterating the surrounding undead that stood in its path.
Such a formidable assault was nearly insurmountable, even for those of the undead king caliber.
After all, most undead kings were mages or assassins, and facing a warrior head-on posed a significant challenge.
Suddenly, Jack materialized in front of the oncoming attack, his blade ablaze with fire, forming a dark barrier as he blocked the blow.
Jack was determined to withstand the onslaught of the orc chieftain at level three.
Boom! The green axe light struck the black barrier, shattering it instantly, yet simultaneously weakening the attack.
In that moment, the fierce black flames engulfing his blade were unleashed in a single slash, cleaving the assault in Twain, causing Jack to crash heavily against the protective shield of Twin Cities.
However, this physical impact bore little consequence for him.
The divided assaults were deafly intercepted by two liches, successfully neutralizing the threat.
Defense was not Jackass forte.
His strength lay in his offense.
He possessed the highest single target damage among all kings.
Though the zombies were feeble, it did not imply their king was weak.
Except for Blany, all four kings were warriors.
And at equal levels, they held no fear of these orc chieftains.
Just as Jack regained his focus and surveyed the battlefield.
He noticed that the recently empowered orc chieftain had already taken flight.
It was retreating rapidly, leaving behind only ordinary undead who could not hope to impede its escape.
"Block its path," Jack bellowed, gripping his narrow blade as he charged once more at the foe.
All the king level entities heard Jack's command and turned their attention to the fleeing orc chieftain.
Seeing its retreat sparked a sense of trepidation among the other chieftains.
Yet, they were quickly obstructed by even more kinglevel beings, leaving them with no chance of escape.
The number of fallen orc kings on the battlefield was steadily increasing, leading to a corresponding rise in the undead ranks.
The fleeing orc chieftain wore a look of exhilaration as it swept aside the surrounding undead, as if it had already glimpsed the hope of survival.