Although many undead possessed skills, managing a precarious exchange of two for one, this outcome aligned perfectly with the seven king strategy.

As the colossal undead and aerial forces had yet to engage, they would soon discern the true nature of the undead.

At this juncture, nearly all 10,000 troops of the subordinate races lay in ruins, and the influx of orcs from the rear portals began to dwindle.

Orc kings have begun to emerge continuously.

Yet, they remain quietly stationed beside the portal, much like the initial orc priest, as if awaiting something.

Undoubtedly, they are anticipating the arrival of the orc king.

At this moment, the area outside the Twin Cities has transformed into a hellish landscape strewn with countless orc corpses.

The ground stained crimson with blood while throngs of orcs relentlessly charge towards the Twin Cities.

The undead are experiencing a gradual collapse, igniting a flicker of hope for victory.

The Twin Cities are now within sight.

Chapter 341.

Stunning the entire audience with the subordinate races nearly annihilated.

It was time for the seven kings to make these orcs face reality.

The sky mothers began deploying their forces.

At Sath's command, the colossal sky mothers hovering in the heavens stirred to life.

These behemoths carried no ordinary undead within their holds.

The charging orcs suddenly felt an immense shadow blot out the sun.

Curiosity drew their gazes upward, only to behold a monstrous entity soaring through the skies, its deck teeming with ominous figures.

Then they leapt.

A tiny black speck hurdled downward, rapidly expanding in size.

Boom! The impact shook the earth as the massive skeletal warrior crashed on the battlefield.

Before the surrounding orcs could react, an enormous bone blade swept across the field, cleaving five or six orcs in half in an instant.

Towering at 6 m tall, these skeletal behemoths were composed of thick obsidian hued bones.

Their colossal blades dragging across the ground with terrifying weight.

Compared to these skeletal titans, the 2- m tall orcs were mere dwarves, barely reaching past their shins.

These were the bone reapers, the ultimate evolution of skeletal soldiers, preloaded within the sky mothers.

Thud, thud, thud.

One after another, the bone reapers descended from the heavens.

Their landing tremors punctuated by the slaughter of nearby orcs.

In moments, the once dimminionive undead ranks now stood, bolstered by thousands of these towering monstrosities, forcing the orcs to crane their necks in dread.

Never had they encountered such abominations among the undead, let alone imagined such colossal horrors existed, but the nightmare had only begun.

Gigantic magic circles materialized across the battlefield, and from their depths emerged the zombie titans, each standing dozens of meters tall.

Their massive frames pulsed with either fiery crimson or glacial azarunes.

With a single earthshattering fist strike, the ground erupted into craters.

The ensuing shock waves and elemental fury annihilating hundreds of orcs in an instant.

Beside these zombie titans, even the bone reapers seemed insignificant, let alone the pitiful orcs.

The once confident orcs froze in terror.

How could such monsters exist? Could they even be killed? Even with their enhancing elixirs, it took nearly 10 orcs working in unison to barely bring down a single bone reaper.

But the zombie titans, only their kings stood a chance.

The mere sight of these abominations shattered the orcs morale despite the titans being only at the commander tier.

Their sheer size alone crushed the orc's will to fight, tilting the battle's momentum once more.

This time toward equilibrium.

And yet the orc army still swelled in numbers, nearing 200 strong, while the undead forces remained a mere 100 0.

But now the undead losses had dwindled to near negligible levels while the orcs casualties mounted relentlessly.

10 more minutes passed.

The portals ceased disgorgging reinforcements.

The full 200 0000 strong orc legion had arrived.

Yet the battlefield was a gruesome tableau.

The orc's losses catastrophic.

The shimmering membranes of the portal once again oscillated.

As the chieftains of the orc tribes, accompanied by their royal kin, emerged from its depths, soon representatives from 20 orc tribes converged, amassing over a 100 royals, all standing respectfully at the flanks of the portal, eagerly welcoming their sovereign.

As the portal flickered once more, a towering orc figure stepped forth, wielding a colossal ax.

A formidable scar etched across its face, exuding an unparalleled aura of dominance.

This orc king towered above his kin, bare-chested, his hide armor secured at his waist, his gaze fiercely fixed upon the distant twin cities.

Witnessing his kind fall in pools of blood, even with the combined might of all tribes and a formidable army of 200,000 orcs, they remained incapable of overcoming their foes, igniting a furious wrath within him.

Without a moment's hesitation, he swung his giant ax, unleashing a cataclysmic wave of verdant light that swept across the battlefield with a thunderous impact.

All the undead titans on the field were instantaneously cleaved by the orc king s assault.

Yet the ax's brilliance did not Wayne.

It cleaved straight into the protective barrier of Twin Cities.

In an instant, the shield shattered.

A resounding boom echoed as a massive fisser marred the city walls, causing even the seven kings at top the fortress to sense a violent tremor.

The Orc king strike obliterated the undead titans and breached the city's defenses, leaving a significant scar upon the wall.

Was this the might of royal blood? The seven kings observed in terror, their hearts quaking at such a fearsome display of power.

The strength of the Orc Empire truly overwhelmed the forces of the undead.

With 20 tribes united, not only did they boast hundreds of royal warriors, but the advantage previously held by the undead was now rendered meaningless.

Yet, they still possessed the royal orc king.

Opting for a second strategy, they resolved to slay as many orcs as possible to provide experience for their queen.

Sass immediately relinquished any thoughts of engaging the orc king directly.

Her 100 royal warriors were not mere decorations.

The leaders of the 20 orc tribes were undoubtedly highranking royals, and dispatching them with ease to encircle the orc king would prove a formidable challenge.

Besides, the orc king stood resolutely.

Not foolish enough to allow his own royal kin to be slaughtered.

For the sake of their queen, they would kill.

With SAS command, the hundred royals upon the walls leaped down, charging toward the ore below.

The aerial undead surged forth.

A multitude of bone dragons, and ghostly dragons darkening the skies, sweeping across the battlefield.

Following closely were countless gargoyles, destroyers, soul wraiths, liches, and necromancers.

In that moment, the undead emerged in mass, resolved to ensure that not a single orc would set foot within twin cities.

On the orc side, the orc king was takenback by the undead as lingering strength and astonished to discover that over a hundred royals were stationed within the city.

He felt assured of his arrival.

Had he not come, the orcs might have faltered against these undead foes.

For the tribe they would kill.

The orc king raised his war axe high, bellowing a war cry, and alongside him, over a hundred orc royals surged forth to join the fry.

With the resounding roar of the orc king, all the orcs were invigorated.

Those who had previously refrained from using potions now seized this moment to enhance their strength.

Charging fiercely towards the undead before them.

The Orc king swung his battle axe, instantly plunging into the fray, even outpacing the royal guards behind him.

The Orc king earned his title through unparalleled strength and an indomitable presence on the battlefield.

Valuing marshall prowess above all, orcs rever the strong.

Unlike the monarchs of other races who remain safely in the rear, waiting for opportune moments to command, the Orc king's reputation is forged through bloodshed.

On the battlefield, he exhibits a ferocity that surpasses all his kin, never faltering in the face of danger.

Chapter 342.

A step closer on the other side at the twinfaced mountain.

Chenfong had just dispatched the leader of the nanas with a laser.

Beads of fine sweat now glistening on his forehead.

The exertion of elemental power in vanquishing these nanas had significantly drained his stamina.

Finally, it was accomplished.

Chinfong took a deep breath.

Although the experience gained was not substantial, it would still benefit by you, albeit slightly.

Shan Fong, summon the corpses and let us return at once.