Suddenly, a golden light coalesed before it, swiftly forming into a figure that launched a lightning fast kick to its head, catching it completely offguard.
The kick, imbued with the essence of light, sent the orc chieftain hurtling through the air, crashing heavily to the ground.
When it came to speed, Chunfong undoubtedly reigned supreme among them.
Enraged, the orc chieftain sprang to its feet, swinging its ax at Chinfong.
But Chinfong had already transformed into pure light, evading the strike and teleporting to safety.
In that brief moment, while the chieftain was down, Jack and Sarth had already arrived.
Sarth brandished the lich sword, exuding a chilling aura, while Jack dawned black armor, tightly gripping a long narrow blade ablaze with black flames.
Chun Fong shimmerred with golden light.
The three encircled the orc chieftain, launching an immediate assault.
Two at level three and one at level four, battling against the level six orc chieftain.
Darkness, light, frost, and bone converged in a fierce clash.
The four abilities intertwined seamlessly, and soon the orc chief was marred with wounds with the most grievous injuries inflicted by Jack.
The Orc chief, consumed by the desire to flee and already weakened by the previous onslaught of the lich, had no heart to engage in battle.
The bindings of necroantic and frost magic restricted its movements.
It swung its ax wildly, only to be intercepted by SARS.
Though the sheer force of the blow sent SARS staggering back several meters, in that moment, a critical opening presented itself.
A swift arc of black blade flashed through the air, severing the Orc chief's arms cleanly, causing its massive ax to clatter to the ground.
Chun foam arrived in an instant, delivering a powerful kick to the orc chief's jaw, a beam of golden light erupting forth, piercing through its skull in an instant.
Thud.
The orc chief's eyes widened in shock as its towering frame.
Standing over 2 m tall collapsed with a resounding crash.
Chapter 3:22.
The conspiracy of the angelic race.
The other orcs fell into despair as swiftly as the orc chieftain slain by Chunfo rose again as a level six lich.
The relentless tide of the undead grew ever stronger, igniting a sense of helplessness among the orc warriors for the first time.
Some orcs, overwhelmed by hopelessness, cast down their weapons.
Yet they could not escape their grim fate.
A dozen undead besieged the remaining five orc chieftains.
Although they were level six, their power proved feudal against the superior strength of the undead.
Several liches joined forces to cast spells, intertwining countless bones to form a colossal skeletal serpent that swept across the battlefield.
Bone dragons, towering skeletal giants, and skeletal archers emerged from their summoning.
Unlike the native undead, these were true embodiment of immortality, for their soul fires were under the Lich's dominion.
Under the Lich's command, they relentlessly assailed the orc chieftains, draining their magical energies.
The undead were crushed by the orc leaders, reduced to ashes.
Yet, in a mere moment, the Lich could summon them a new, rendering them virtually indestructible.
Soon the orc leaders found themselves utterly exhausted as ever more orcs fell only to be replaced by a greater number of undead rising to take their place.
Orc shall never be enslaved for the tribe.
With this rallying cry from one chieftain, the few remaining orcs surged forward, invigorated as if by a surge of adrenaline.
However, the four orc chieftains behind him gazed at their shouting comrade as though he were a fool.
Some filled with confusion, others with disbelief.
One or chieftain in a moment of surrender, cast aside his weapon and knelt upon the ground.
I'm willing to submit.
He prostrated himself, trembling in fear, dreading that the undead would slay him at that moment.
The liches, however, did not react, but instead turned their gaze towards Sars, who nodded in acknowledgement.
Immediately, the liches ceased their assault on this orc and redirected their fury toward the other chieftains.
Seeing this, the remaining orcs hastily bowed their heads in submission.
I am willing to submit.
This unexpected turn of events left the liches momentarily perplexed.
Yet, as Sars had commanded no slaughter, they could only focus on the last remaining chieftain.
In a fervent frenzy, the orc chieftain shouted for the tribe, fiercely battling the undead.
oblivious to the nearly 40 level six undead converging upon him.
Unsurprisingly, he met his demise, and only in his final moments did he notice his fallen comrades kneeling in submission behind him.
His mouth moved in a desperate protest, his eyes filled with resentment, cursing the orc chieftains who had chosen to yield.
One of the kneeling chieftains, unwilling to accept defeat, bellowed, "The tribe is no more.
What a lemon tribe.
" At that moment, realization struck him, and he widened his eyes in shock, understanding dawning upon him.
He ultimately closed his eyes, surrendering to his fate in peace.
Bring them into the city and await the queen's decree.
With Sars's command, the legion of level six beings encircled the four orc chieftains, escorting them into the city of the undead.
The gates creaked open, and the undead began to enter the city in an orderly fashion.
While the skeletal matron descended to gather the undead, a portion of the undead remained outside, transporting the orc corpses, Chunfong promptly halted the legion of undead.
Employing the system to disassemble and reclaim the orc corpses with a mere click, leaving not a single hair behind.
Apart from the blood soaked earth and the cracked ground, no one could discern that a fierce battle had transpired between two races.
Meanwhile, upon receiving news of Chinfong and Chinua, Bayou learned that this abrupt conflict had already reached its conclusion.
The number of royal guard stationed to Twin Cities surged from over 20 to 40 while the undead army swelled from 60,000 to a staggering 150,000.
Each of the four kings advanced a level and the necromancers ascended two levels now fully keeping pace with the other monarchs.
The siblings were approaching a bottleneck on the verge of leveling up as well.
Undoubtedly by you had accumulated substantial experience points.
Those who cannot defeat me only serve to enhance my strength.
At this moment, the defensive capabilities of twin cities had nearly equaled that of the city of the dead.
However, this development necessitated a reinforcement of defenses.
The sudden assault by the orcs had gone entirely unnoticed by the undead, suggesting that these orcs were not devoid of prowess.
It was plausible that their method of transportation was more advanced.
Despite the absence of previously marked coordinates by the orcs around Twin Cities, they had managed to teleport nearby with astonishing abruptness.
The Orc Empire appeared poised for unification, indicating that there was no need to actively seek them out.
Although Bayou was unaware of the Orc Empire's intentions, one thing was certain.
They would undoubtedly eliminate the nuisance that was Twin Cities, thereby saving considerable time that would have been spent searching for them.
The only lamentation was that this time with their proactive assault, there were no resources to seize.
Wait, the Orc Empire also possesses paladins.
Bayou suddenly recalled that the Orc Empire had existed in tribal form for at least several centuries.
How could they simply unify at will? This echoed the situation of the Elven Kingdom.
Byuka had almost ascertained that the Elven Kingdom must have paladins involved.
And since the Orc Empire also resided in Hapne State, it was highly probable that this upheaval was intricately linked to the paladins.
After all, Bayou had previously encountered their assaults.
What schemes are the paladins concocting? And is this connected to the angels purging the and estate? Through the portal, Bayou arrived at Twin Cities and beheld the four orcs who had chosen to submit.
They quickly discerned that all the royal figures present regarded this human as their leader.
And upon seeing Bayou, they immediately prostrated themselves in reverence.
Quite perceptive, Bayou thought to herself.
Shinu remarked sarcastically.
The voluntary submission of these orc leaders was advantageous.
They might possess valuable information regarding the Orc Empire, enabling Bayou to gather intelligence and prepare accordingly.
Speak of all that you know regarding the Orc Empire summons by you's frigid voice resonated.
Her gaze fixed upon the orcs before her, utterly indifferent to their fates.
should they exhibit a more favorable demeanor by you might consider their submission.
Otherwise, they would simply be transformed into undead.
My lord, this time the bone chewing clan has compelled us to submit through force, merging all tribes to ally with the angelic race.
One of the orcs, bearing a scar across his face, spoke up first.
His expression filled with a mixture of fury and helplessness.
The orc's words were astonishing, momentarily leaving Bayou in a state of shock.
It indeed bore a connection to the angelic race.