After Shaar retreated, the orcs also retreated quickly. No matter how arrogant Shaq was, he knew that it was impossible for only a few hundred orc cavalry to enter the heavily guarded stronghold.
Although Shaq came back with a big victory, after his battle with Shaar, his contempt for the undead also put away a lot.
"Except for the human death knight, the other undead are not worth mentioning at all!"
After withdrawing from the battlefield, Shaq honestly reported to Osama.
"Human?" Osama frowned when he heard this, "Why do humans appear here?"
"I don't know!" Shaq shook his shoulders, "Maybe it's a human who has cultivated the power of undead in a certain subplane!"
Every day on the main plane, there are countless strong people who come to the main plane from the secondary plane. .
Therefore, there are never many strong people from the sub-plane to the main plane, but the number of strong people from all the sub-planes adds up to be considerable. The sub-planes that have established contact with the main plane, their strong Those who come from the main plane are personally selected by the races from the main plane, at least those who are above the domain of the gods will be noticed by the forces of the various races on the main plane. The planes are not farts, and there are a lot of strong people in the domain of the gods. Even if they are as powerful as gods, there is never a shortage of the main plane.
For example, orcs will be recommended by orcs on the main plane of power, and elves will be recommended by elves on the main plane of life. I don't know how many generations now. For example, Shaq, his grandfather was a strong man who was introduced from the secondary plane to the main plane. The referrer was an envoy of the Frostwolf Legion, and it was the third generation of Shaq.
Osama nodded lightly, and there was only this explanation. However, although this human being is powerful, he turned to the undead. It was a sad thing that couldn't be more sad.
"Lord Osama, without delay, let's attack!" Shaq waved the mace in his hand and roared, "Take their black crystal mine!"
Osama had already learned the location of the black crystal mine from the two-legged dragon knight, and the undead's resistance confirmed his guess.
"Pass down the order and attack across the board!"
"For the Horde!"
Upon hearing this, Shaq raised the mace in his hand and roared loudly.
"For the Horde!"
Led by Shaq, all the orcs raised their weapons and roared loudly.
"attack!"
Osama's face sank, and he calmly gave the order.
"Kill... kill... kill..."
On the plain under the valley of the Sunset Mountains, roars came from the army of orcs, rushing towards the stronghold of the Shadow Thieves like a flood of determination. Come rushing to kill.
"Long... Long..."
The ground was shaking, and the sky seemed to be covered with a shadow. The chilling aura came from far and near, filling the small stronghold.
The hearts of all the undead are trembling, and their pale faces are even more desperate...
"Are you okay?"
In the stronghold, Char returned safely, and Ron, Kronia and others had already greeted him. Char's face was a bit ugly, and the defeat in the first battle dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the undead.
"I'm fine!"
Shaar shook her head, she turned her head to look at Kronya, moved her mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it.
This is not a manifestation of strength, but fighting spirit. Leading such a group of undead without any will to fight is really a very frustrating thing.
Kronya didn't feel anything, she just felt that such a battle was too normal, and it was not normal to win it.
Not only the orcs, but the undead have a natural fear of any race.
"The orcs are attacking!"
At this time, Kronia looked nervous, she turned to look at Ron, "Master Lich King, with our current strength, there is no way to hold the stronghold, why don't we retreat!"
"retreat?"
Ron frowned, he shook his head, ignored Kronia, and slammed the Scourge Scepter in his hand on the ground, "Come on, Shaar, let's give these arrogant orcs a deep blow." Lessons… "
"Yes!"
Shaar glanced at Kronya contemptuously, then turned and left.
"Master Lich King!"
Kronia wanted to call Ron to stop, but she stopped talking embarrassingly. She saw Ron looking at her with deep disappointment.
Seeing Ron's slightly curved back and firm and powerful steps when he left, Kronia had a complicated expression, and she didn't say anything.
"Forget it, let's leave them alone!"
At this time, Hind, the undead god and magister of the Shadow Thieves, came up and said fiercely, "Why do these people who don't know how to live and die care about them? Are they going to die themselves? Do we have to follow? We lead our own People retreat, forgive them for not daring to do anything..."
Kronia stood like a wooden sculpture, silent for a long time.
"Even if he is really the heir to the Lich King, so what? We have tried our best, and no one can blame us!" Seeing Kronia's indifferent appearance, Hind became anxious, his voice raised, and he I don't want my beloved woman to die unexpectedly.
"Anyway, the Scourge Scepter is real, and his strength... is also real!" At this moment, Kronia shook her head, and she ignored Heinde again, turned around and chased after him.
"This bastard!"
Hind stomped his feet fiercely, and followed suit, not knowing whether he was scolding Ron or Kronia.
"Kill... kill... kill..."
The orcs rushed into the stronghold of the Shadow Thieves Group like a whirlwind. Several guards at the mouth of the valley were unable to dodge in time, and were instantly chopped into pieces by the rushing orc wolf knights.
"Run away..."
"The orcs are coming..."
"Do not kill me!"
The orc army, led by wolf cavalry, advanced rapidly, followed by orc infantry.
At this time, with a sound of "Boom...", the strong gate of the stronghold was knocked open by a giant beast, which was like a rhinoceros with several huge horns on its nose and forehead, and a long tail behind it. Its body was bigger than two elephants, and an orc knight was riding on their backs. The orc knight flew his hands like wheels, beating the huge war drum, and making a rhythmic "boom...boom..." sound.
"Kodo... The Kodo Rider is here..."
The undead yelled in horror, and they felt like they were about to stop breathing when they faced this terrifying giant beast.
Kodo beasts are the exclusive mounts of orcs. Kodo beasts domesticated from alien beasts have all the abilities of alien beasts. They have huge bodies, strong armor, and the terrifying ability to "swallow" the opponent's soldiers. The huge war drum beaten by the orcs on the back of the Kodo is a kind of halo power. It can not only boost morale, but also increase the attack power and defense of the orcs by 10%. It is a very powerful unit on the battlefield.
Inspired by the sound of the Kodo war drums, all the orcs were as excited as if they had been pumped with blood, and their morale rose to the highest point in an instant.
At this time, the orcs had already entered the stronghold, and the tops of the ghost tower and the frozen tower in the undead stronghold lit up, emitting rays of light like spider webs to attack the enemy, and the orcs who were hit fell to the ground screaming.
However, the number of ghost towers and frozen towers is too small. More than a dozen defense towers can't stop the surging orcs at all. At this time, the orcs also start to attack the defense towers of the undead. The ground collapsed one after another, turning into a cloud of black mist and disappearing.
attack... attack... attack...
The orc army burns like a raging fire, and their strength cannot be doubted.
Kodo beasts are powerful, they are like invincible tanks, and a single collision can turn a defense tower into ashes.
"Not good... The defense tower is down..."
"Protect the defense tower..."
When the undead saw it, they ran out of the defense tower in panic, and took up weapons to fight against the orcs.
"Porphyrin... porphyrin... porphyrin..."
At this time, the troll hunters among the orcs showed their power. These powerful trolls were one of the orc tribes. They held huge spears and threw them forward one by one. With the attack power of the spear, those who were hit were killed one after another.
The remaining undead did not attack bravely, but turned around and fled, and then were attacked and killed by the orcs who were chasing up...
Useless, this battle is really too useless...
Seeing this scene, Ron could no longer watch it anymore, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, how could such an undead fight against the orc army armed to the teeth? They have lost their faith, and they no longer have the will to fight. It will be a matter of time before they are defeated.
However, Ron knew that the black crystal mine must be guarded. If this black crystal mine is lost, then everything will be gone.
"Faith... I have to get them back to the faith they once had..."
Ron took a deep breath, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he had made up his mind...
Xia Ya raised his eyebrows, and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a slight smile.
"Kill... kill them all... leave no one behind!"
"Break that frozen tower..."
"Brothers... give me..."
Osama roared loudly. While he was fighting, he commanded the orcs to fight. In the war on the main plane, it is impossible for the commander to stay out of the battle completely. Every commander, in addition to having excellent commanding skills, must also With great strength, they must charge forward and fight with the warriors.
However, ever since Osama broke through the gate and entered the stronghold of the Shadow Thieves, he always felt restless, just like when he was three years old and was stared at by a wild wolf alone in the wild. The six senses made him instantly alert.
At this time, Osama's gaze was attracted by something on the hillside. Strictly speaking, this was not a "person" standing on the hillside. He was wrapped in an armor made of refined iron. , holding a long bone staff in his hand, and wearing a hideous and terrifying skull mask on his head, like a ghost from hell, showing deep fangs, the man's body slowly left the ground, The black robe on his body fluttered in the wind...
"Is it him?"
Intuitively, Osama felt that the uneasiness in his heart seemed to come from the man in front of him. He was a necromancer, but Osama couldn't see the opponent's strength clearly.
At this time, the bone staff in the black-robed man's hand spun, and a strange and gloomy breath of death enveloped the entire battlefield.
"Hey... what's that?" An undead saw this scene, pointed to the sky and shouted, causing other undead to look up.
When the eyes of all the undead fell on the skull mask on the man, they immediately stood there upright as if struck by lightning. This skull mask was hideous and terrifying, and there was nothing special about it. But in the eyes of the undead, this terrifying mask appeared So kind and peaceful.
The terrifying mask and the rotating bone staff awakened the memories hidden deep in the hearts of many undead.
At this moment... all the undead seemed to have forgotten that they were on the battlefield where they were fighting. They stared blankly at this scene, as if they wanted to stop time in eternity...
Unknowingly, the eyes of all the undead changed, numbness became fanatical, cowardice became strong, and the blazing fighting intent rose in their hearts, like a ball of fire, burning their bodies...
With a sound of "唰—", a blood-colored flag was erected high, the color was as bright as blood, and in the center of the flag was embroidered with a terrifying skull...
Ron floated quietly in the sky with a cold expression. Holding the Scepter of Scourge in his hand, he slowly pointed forward...
"Go, undead! For the former glory... For the lost dignity... For the eternal faith..."
"The Lich King!"
"The Lich King!"
"boom-"
At this time, the undead finally broke out, with angry eyes shining in their eyes, roaring, roaring, and holding crude weapons to the root, they rushed towards the orcs.
The undead stood up, and countless undead creatures stood up, as if feeling the summoner's will, these undead creatures seemed to be endowed with unyielding courage...
The battle gradually became fierce and stalemate. The undead burst out with a hundredfold courage and fighting spirit, and rushed towards their enemies frantically. They wrestled into a ball, and when their weapons were broken, they rushed forward and bit their teeth... hit them with stones... directly hugged the orcs tightly, and rolled down the hillside roaring...
"What's the matter... what happened to them?"
The orcs became astonished. The undead who were so weak that they could not stand a single blow suddenly changed from a group of docile sheep to a ferocious lion, stretching out sharp claws and white fangs to them...