"Roar-"
Under the guidance of the Lich King Ron, the undead went crazy. They went on and on, fearless of death. The corpses of countless undead paved a bloody path, but even so, the undead still fought to the death.
There is no strong body, no powerful force, no gorgeous magic, they only have a strong spiritual will, and the immortal soul.
What's wrong? What happened to these undead
Although the orcs are brave, they are still a bit overwhelmed by these crazy undead. The undead in front of them have completely subverted their cognition.
People's fear comes from ignorance, and unconsciously, the arrogance on the orc's face was gradually replaced by panic.
The battle began to show a stalemate, and the orcs' offensive gradually slowed down. As more and more undead poured out, the balance of the battle began to tilt towards the side of the Shadow Thieves.
"The Lich King, he really is the Lich King..."
Kronia watched this scene quietly, and was so excited that she shed tears. At this moment, she seemed to see the Scourge army that swept across the main plane a hundred thousand years ago, the powerful undead, unyielding will, and firm belief , played an eternal elegy.
In just a split second, Kronia made a decision she has never regretted in her life, following Ron... following the Lich King... following the Scourge...
At this time, Kronia slowly raised her right hand high, the sharp sacristy-level dagger gleamed coldly in the setting sun, her face showed a devout expression like a nun.
"For the undead!"
"kill!"
A murderous intent flashed in Kronya's wonderful eyes. She twisted her delicate body, turned around beautifully, and jumped into the chaotic crowd like a beautiful flower-piercing butterfly...
"Cronia..."
Heind's exclamation came from behind, but Kronia turned a deaf ear to it.
An orc wolf cavalry wielded a huge warhammer, roaring, and smashed the head of a madly rushing undead, blood mixed with brains scattered, accompanied by the undead's resentful, unyielding gaze, the orc riding on the back of the giant wolf haha Laugh out loud.
At this time, he only felt a slight chill on his neck, and the laughter stopped abruptly. A big head left his body and rolled down from his neck. Before he died, he still had a terrified and determined expression, as if he had seen Something terrible in general.
A shadow quickly left his body, looking for the next target.
"Shua... Shua... Shua..."
During several ups and downs, more than a dozen orcs fell in a pool of blood. Without exception, they were all killed in one blow. Their bodies either had no heads, or only had a blood hole...
The appearance of Kronia caused the orcs to panic, "It's the Shadow Thief... The Shadow Thief has appeared!"
"Quickly release the visible guard!" An orc infantry calmly issued an order.
The shaman following behind the orc army did not dare to neglect, and began to chant in a low voice. After a while, a staff-like thing fell from the sky, stuck heavily on the ground, and burst out with intense light...
Amidst the light, a stealthy shadow was forced to appear...
"Here... Appeared, kill quickly!"
When the orcs saw it, they shouted and screamed. The troll hunter raised his spear, and the orc infantry and wolf riders rushed to kill.
Kronia's superb stealth skills, even if she reveals her figure, she can still only see a group of fast-moving phantoms. However, if a thief with little defensive ability reveals her whereabouts, her life will be in danger sooner or later. When Kronia When the dagger was inserted into the neck of a troll hunter, another orc infantry with a giant ax rushed over with a grin.
"not good!"
Kronya exclaimed in her heart that it was not good, and at this moment she realized that it was too late for her to dodge.
"boom-"
I saw that giant ax orc uttered a scream, fell heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his body twitched unceasingly, and a cloud of ghosts entwined around his head continuously, at the same time, the orc's breath of life was quickly pumped. Li, it seems that he can't survive.
"It's you?"
It was only then that Kronia realized that it was Shaar who saved her. "Death Coil" is the death knight's special skill.
"Thank you!"
Kronya lowered her head, put the dagger on her waist, and saluted.
Shaar nodded and did not speak. In this chaotic battlefield, there is no need to say much. One expression and one action are enough.
Seeing Shaar's figure rush out like a whirlwind, Kronia immediately followed, and the two strong men with the peak strength of God's Domain cooperated with each other, and the blood of the orcs was spilled all the way.
"Is it him?"
Osama stared at Ron's body in the sky, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes with a strong killing intent. The constantly rotating skeleton staff and the terrifying and hideous steel mask made Osama think of a terrible In the legend, the protagonist in this legend is that godlike man——
"The Lich King!"
The Lich King is not a name, nor is it a profession. It is a title, the title of a hero, just like the hero "King of the Hill" of the dwarves, it is just a title. The existence of this title represents the main plane. The recognition of its strength by all forces.
A strong man with the title of hero is not an existence that can be ignored at any time, if he is really the legendary "Lich King"...
"No, this guy should be dead!"
Osama narrowed his eyes, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. It was because of the rumor that this terrible man died that his uncle let the Frostwolf Legion intervene in the main plane of the undead, occupying the Forgotten City, and testing the attitude of the undead. For thousands of years, there has been no problem. Osama gradually forgot about this matter and became bold. Not only occupied the Forgotten City and the surrounding undead cities, but also extended his magic hand to the entire Hokant District.
"Did he come back to life?"
If this man is really the Lich King, then what he is facing is not some shadow thieves, but the real Scourge. If this is the case, then there is no chance of winning with only five thousand orcs.
The resurrection of the Lich King is a major event that shakes the entire main plane. He alone is enough to change the power structure of the entire main plane. Even the most powerful holy angel army in the main plane will never dare ignore.
Osama stared at the bloody skull flag that symbolized the Scourge, and his thoughts changed sharply. He must report to his uncle immediately. This matter is too important.
Osama's uncle "Long" is also a hero, and his title is "Furious Ripper".
"Lord Osama, Lord Osama..."
Shaq roared and rushed forward, wiping the blood on his face, "We can't stand it anymore, these undead... these undead are crazy!"
Shaq had already put away his previous arrogance and contempt. As the orc soldiers fell one by one, Shaq was now filled with fear.
"I already know!" Osama's face sank, "Don't let the brothers of the tribe make unnecessary sacrifices, let's retreat immediately!"
"Yes!"
Facing the flood of undead, 5,000 orcs are indeed not enough. Besides, the undead can summon undead creatures, and the number will soon become terrifying. Coupled with the steely will to fight, the orcs can't stand it anymore. .
Shaq and Osama both remembered this, the undead now is no longer the undead in the past.
The orcs were defeated. After five thousand orcs fought with the crazy undead, there were only a little over a thousand points left. Faced with the terrifying number of undead, Osama was helpless, and now he was about to retreat...
Ron looked at the undead who were crazy and desperate, and he felt a little comfort in his heart. After some encouragement and blessings from himself, he finally looked a little better, although it was not as good as the Scourge 100,000 years ago.
The courage and sacrifice of the undead are not without rewards. The defeat of the orcs is almost a foregone conclusion. Although the orcs are very strong, their number is too small. The current orcs have been held back by the undead of the Shadow Thieves. Countless undead creatures Getting up from the ground, he frantically rushed towards the orc.
At this time, Ron's eyes fell on Osama. He had been paying attention to the orc commander, and saw that guy quickly gathered a group of orcs and slowly retreated to the gate of the stronghold.
"Finally want to leave?" A sneer flashed on the corner of Ron's mouth, and then his eyes became extremely cold, "How can it be so easy!"