Can your flying unit contend with them? Another orc queried.

The small orc smiled confidently.

Great chieftain.

The enemy's bone dragons will likely be deployed in the main battlefield.

If I follow this route to their rear, I have a high probability of success.

The orcs engaged in fervent discussion regarding this proposal.

Ultimately, S nodded in agreement.

Very well.

You shall lead the flying legion.

Depart immediately for a surprise attack on their main city.

The small orc's face lit up with joy, and he promptly replied, "Yes, I will not betray the trust of the great chieftain.

I shall return with the enemy's head.

You, you need not attend the subsequent meeting.

Gather your forces and prepare to depart.

" Understood.

The dimminionive orc bowed and gradually exited the tent.

The flickering candle light cast a wavering glow as a shadow emerged from the corner, merging seamlessly with the dimminionive orc's silhouette before departing the orc's tent together.

Chapter 203.

The war begins.

The dimminionive orc returned to his tent, preparing to dawn his armor.

The likelihood of success for tonight's surprise attack was quite high.

If he could succeed this night, or at least sew some chaos among the undead army, he would have achieved a significant feat.

Who would dare to look down upon me? Then once I ascend to the rank of commander, the first thing I shall do is send you all to your demise.

" The orc muttered curses under his breath as he fastened the last piece of his armor, completely oblivious to the shadow that writhed behind him, gradually taking the form of a human female figure.

In the next moment, the shadow clamped a hand over his mouth, and a sharp pain shot through his neck.

Terror filled the orc's eyes as he felt the cold steel slice into his throat, struggling fiercely against his bindings.

He swiftly drew his weapon and swung it backward.

However, his blade merely struck the ground, for there was no trace of a figure behind him.

Blood gushed from his throat as he pressed his hands against the wound, crying out for help.

Yet, his body grew colder and stiffer, ultimately collapsing into a pool of blood.

20 minutes later, chaos erupted throughout the orc encampment.

The orc heroes, who had just been assigned to launch the ambush, were found with their throats slit in their tents.

This was a grave matter indeed.

In a fit of rage, Thrral ordered all orcs to conduct a thorough search throughout the night to uncover the lurking enemies within the camp.

Meanwhile, the mastermind had long since departed, carrying the news away.

In a main city, the night was deepening.

The sudden ticking sound from the bedside startled the restless Fong How awake.

Illuminated by the glow of the night stone, he discovered it was the Fireblade's communication conchk relaying a message.

Could it be that the orcs were launching their attack tonight? Pondering this, he immediately brought the conchk to his ear and heard the voice of Fireblade.

The message conveyed that Bloodthroat and Skull Breaker would initiate an assault the following day.

with Skullbreaker potentially employing aerial units to circumn the main city.

The message was brief, yet its implications were vast.

Lying in bed, Fongghao activated his God s arrival ability, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself in the city where Fireblade was stationed.

Upon entering the Lord's manor, he noticed that Shiau was also present.

Fireblade, please elaborate on the details of the message.

Fongghao inquired.

Fireblade turned to Shiaoyu.

My lord, the information brought back by Shiau should be conveyed by her.

Fong Hao paused, glancing at Shiau.

My lord, under the cover of night, I infiltrated Skullbreaker s camp and overheard Bloodthroat relay a message regarding an imminent assault on a fortress tomorrow.

And Shiai recounted everything she had seen and heard in meticulous detail.

Besides the surprise attack, she had not gleaned much tactical information.

And with the aerial commander having been slain by her hand, it seemed the ambush plan was likely nullified.

After hearing Xiao Yuyu<unk>s account, Fungho nodded.

These orcs were not entirely devoid of intellect.

At the very least, they had deduced that the bone dragon would be stationed on the primary battlefield rather than the rear city.

This analysis and countermeasure cannot be deemed incorrect.

Yet, it proves ineffective against Fongghao.

The main city is left with two skeletal dragons and an army of 500,000 undead, among which 20,000 are archers.

Even if one were to circumvent the defenses, achieving a decapitation effect would be impossible.

Of course, Shiau<unk>s actions are justifiable.

Who knows if that dimminionive hero possesses unique abilities.

Eliminating him sooner would prevent future complications.

Horun, you shall continue to command here.

Shall you refrain from wandering? Fonggho instructed the two understood.

My lord, they replied.

Fonggho dispelled his divine state and conveyed the message to the bloody fortress.

The following day at dawn.

As the horizon brightened, Fonga received another message via the conchk shell.

Pressing it to his ear, he heard the voice of H Jing, "My lord, the troll legion is launching an assault on the fortress.

Indeed, the attack commenced today.

" Fong how reclined back on his bed, entered his divine state, and in the blink of an eye, found himself at the bloody fortress.

Ascending the city wall, he gazed northward and beheld a throng of trolls, brandishing a variety of weapons, rushing towards them.

The ground trembled, and the air resonated with the trolls bizarre howls.

My lord, the battle is about to commence.

Hi Jing approached.

Yes, you take command.

Fonhow entrusted the authority to H Jing.

All arrangements were to be managed by him.

For Fong, how could not claim greater experience in combat than H Jing? As you command, my lord, H Jing replied, returning to the top of the city wall to gauge the enemy's advancing distance.

The tremors beneath intensified as the trolls drew nearer to the fortress.

Archers, prepare.

Hey, Jing commanded.

An orc nearby promptly raised a banner depicting a bow and arrow high above.

Behind the wall, hundreds of thousands of skeletal archers knocked their arrows, pointing skyward.

This was not due to the skeletal archers comprehension of the banner, but rather the presence of numerous orcs in between, relaying commands based on the sight of the flag.

Given the overwhelming numbers, it was impractical to rely on individual shouts or connections for communication.

With such an endless expanse of troops, command necessitated a collective effort with the enemy closing in.

Hey Jing ordered, fire.

The banner was changed and a red flag appeared alongside the archery standard.

Fire, fire, fire.

The orc heralds echoed the command.

A whistling sound akin to the wind surged forth.

A torrent of arrows ascended into the sky, traversing over the fortress walls, cascading down upon the advancing trolls like a dark cloud.

The troll legion's armament was not uniform.

Some bore shields while others wielded mere hand axes.

In an instant, numerous trolls were pierced and fell like a rain of thorns.

The trolls began to raise their shields.

Those without shields resorted to using the bodies of their fallen comrades to shield against the next wave of arrows.

Hibbeing surveyed the scene before him.