Chapter 1449: Chapter 10, The Black Glove
“Kill!”
With the command from the Commander in Chief, the Allied Forces charged forward, and in an instant, flesh and bone collided on the prairie.
Arguing is one thing, complaining is another.
Regarding the undead army threatening the peace of the species, the Orcs dare not let their guard down. Having agreed on the number of troops, the various races imdiately launched their actions.
The current confrontation is just a vignette of the clash between the Orcs and the Undead. A massive circle surrounding the operational range of the undead army is continuously tightening.
A brief skirmish scattered the skeleton fra army before them, and the Lionman King dared not be careless at all.
These undead creatures in front of them were transford from deceased herdsn and were just minor fry in this undead pandemic.
Don’t fear a large number of undead, but fear undead with intelligence. Various signs indicate that the undead Big Boss behind this undead pandemic is indeed an intelligent undead creature.
Suspected to be the Undead Monarch (Sanctuary Undead), the Orc Empire does not yet have detailed information. Orcs who’ve seen the Undead Monarch have not managed to return alive.
An undead army without any logistical support learning to play with tactics has extrely terrifying consequences.
To completely trap these guys, the Orc Empire could only create a massive encircling force at all costs.
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“The Orc main force is about to attack, have you made a decision?”
Upon hearing the phantom’s question, the Undead Monarch on the throne said with a sinister laugh, “You’re quite calculating, but why would I cooperate with you?
Those Orc armies are at most a minor nuisance. Just bypass their main force and escape from this cage!”
To the Undead Monarch, the undead army is nothing significant. As long as he wishes, he can easily summon another army at any ti.
There’s no shortage of living creatures in the Material Plane. Create so slaughter, and the undead army will be ford.
Without the drag of the undead army, a Sanctuary-level Undead Monarch finds escape extrely simple.
He can hide anywhere on the prairie. As long as he doesn’t show himself, the Orcs simply won’t find him.
“This is ultimately the Material Plane. You may be able to hide for a while, but not forever.
The Orc Empire hasn’t been in shape recently, but they still have so foundation. Once they have their eyes on you, you might not get away.
From what I know, there’s a group of old fellows in the Orc Empire currently in seclusion, trying to break through to Sanctuary.
If anyone among them does break through, will you still be confident that you can move freely among thousands of troops?”
As soon as the phantom finished speaking, the killing intent on the Undead Monarch erupted.
Having just escaped the dark and miserable undead world, he didn’t want to end himself so soon.
If truly there were Sanctuary powerhouses in the Orc army, his high-profile antics would be extrely inappropriate.
The main issue is the lack of ti — if only given a few years, he could turn the entire prairie into a playground for the undead.
“Don’t waste your ti!
No matter what you say, I won’t cooperate with a guy who doesn’t dare to reveal his true self.”
The Undead Monarch said angrily.
The prerequisite for cooperation is understanding; without knowing who the other party is, how could you continue cooperating closely?
All mixed in the dark world, digging pits for each other is common. Deceit and betrayal are usual; moral boundaries are nearly zero.
To rise from a Death Knight to an Undead Monarch required no shortage of slaughter.
Choosing such unreliable partners is akin to handing over half your life.
“Don’t rush to conclude. Perhaps the next ti we et, you’ll change your mind.”
After speaking, the phantom disappeared into the air.
This scene shocked the Undead Monarch; coming and going freely with a void projection is not sothing ordinary Holy Domains can do.
Even in the Undead World, possessing such strength is rare. In the Material Plane, it’s even scarcer.
“Playing tricks!”
With a wary heart, though unwilling to admit defeat verbally. So many fresh souls in the material plane should suffice for him to advance further.
Had it not been to enhance his power, he would have left long ago. Staying to command the undead army aims to gather the living souls.
Compared to advancing his strength, the victory or defeat in war is secondary. Retreating is impossible; having collected half the souls, how could he give up now!
…
The chaos on the prairie quickly reached Hudson’s hands, but he didn’t consider it significant.
The “Magic Cataclysm” is ravaging the continent, and as the fire-fighting captain of the Kingdom, he frequently intervenes. What’s surprising about so changes in the Orc Empire?
If the world were peaceful, then it’s the real problem!
The undead pandemic is terrifying, and other magical disasters are equally terrifying. The demons locked in the dungeons are typical examples.
Weaker demons have been sold off by Hudson gradually. If nothing goes wrong, these guys would already be in various strongn’s laboratories.
Magicians, Alchemists, Arcanists, Wizards…Ten or so professions at large are all interested in these extra-dinsional creatures.
Hudson is no exception, currently examining a skeleton fra sowhat resembling a Bone Dragon, lacking dragon majesty.
“Maxim, is this your skeleton?”
As soon as Belsden finished speaking, Maxim exploded in anger, instantly rebuking, “Big dumb bear, are you blind?
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