His intention was for this enemy to draw out the internal conflicts among the tribes, uniting them against a common foe and reducing their infighting.
However, instead of internal strife, the tribes found themselves decimated by the enemy, resulting in the loss of half the Orc Empire.
With the departure of the paladins and the orc king regaining power, it was time to eradicate this foe.
At the Orc king's command, the Grand Army began to assemble and the entirety of Chewbone's city stirred to life.
He intended to demonstrate to the enemy the consequences of provoking the Orc Empire.
Meanwhile, in the city of the undead, Bayou, who had risen early, sensed a significant surge in her experience points.
Upon carefully assessing her experience, she found it had increased substantially, filling her with delight.
Under normal circumstances, this amount of experience would have sufficed for her to level up.
Curious Bayou open her system panel to investigate further.
Upon examining the system prompt, she noted a kill record of 9,999 all orcs and realized that last night the seven kings had undertaken significant actions.
At this rate, another wave of success would elevate her to royal status.
Yet, upon reflection, it seemed only natural, with triple experience points for those below king rank at night.
The sudden surge had filled most of Bayou's experience bar.
Yet, she still felt it was somewhat lacking.
Meanwhile, Chunfong and Chun had departed the Necropolis from the main fortress, heading toward Twin Peaks Mountain, leading the undead to launch an assault on the Nana Apes.
Bayou, however, chose to remain within the palace, indulging in the one 5x experience bonus from her throne.
Time passed until noon when a death spirit arrived to report.
My queen, the orc forces are preparing to launch an attack.
The orc king is suspected to be among them.
This intelligence have been relayed by spies embedded within Nabon city.
The entire city had mobilized armies from all its tribes, including even the forces of the Nabon tribe itself.
They were currently constructing a portal and Bayou could think of no other purpose for it than an assault on Twin Cities.
What? This news troubled Bayou deeply, her brow furrowing instantly.
The Orc king was an emperor rank entity.
This was disastrous.
They had pushed the enemy to desperation.
The memory of the paladin from days prior was still vivid in her mind.
She had no desire to be humiliated by another Emperor rank opponent.
She checked her experience bar again, still far from sufficient, and it was still daytime.
The only option was to rely on king rank forces in a war of attrition.
Was killing two orcs really enough to provoke such fury? She ordered the mobilization of Mana eater ants, tunnel beasts, and rock tooth monsters, and yes, a contingent of goblins as well to serve as the vanguard.
Every king rank entity in both the necropolis and the dwarf city was to reinforce twin cities.
Bayou had no other recourse.
She would have to gamble on this confrontation.
Either were down the orc king through sheer numbers or accumulate enough experience to ascend to emperor rank herself and slay him personally.
Neither strategy filled her with confidence, which was why she was even dragging her recovering subordinate races into battle.
At this critical juncture, not a single drop of experience could be spared.
As you command, my queen, the death spirit withdrew at once to execute her orders.
Across all three cities, the undead began to stir, converging upon twin cities.
In terms of sheer numbers, Bayou held no fear of the Orc Empire.
Even without summoning additional undead, her legions of hundreds of thousands could overwhelm the orcs.
The true threat lay in the Orc king himself.
The other tribal chieftains would still require undead forces to counter them, further dividing the king rankcombants.
May fortune favor us.
A shadow of worry crossed by U's face.
To maximize her experience gain, she could not leave the necropolis.
This battle would have to be commanded by the undead alone.
Soon, the maneater ants from the dark forest were marshaled, passing through the shifting gate into twin cities.
These were the survivors of the previous great battle, older ants as the younger.
Stronger ones were reserved for breeding.
Bayou was no fool to kill the goose that laid golden eggs.
These creatures would be invaluable in future developments.
The same logic applied to the goblins.
These two races constituted the bulk of the forces mobilized with the Rock tooth monsters being the fewest in number followed by the tunnel beasts.
The combined forces of the four races amount to nearly 10,000 troops.
Yet, they consist primarily of the frail and the infirm, merely serving as fodder for experience points.
From the outset, Bayou had no intention of relying on them to vanquish foes.
When the forces of all four races had assembled, the undead had also taken their positions.
The city of the undead was jointly overseen by Bayou and Xiaoi and Shua, while the dwarven city was manned by the dwarven kings.
All the royal undead within the city had proceeded to the twin cities, except for the 20 that the siblings had taken along.
At this moment, the Twin Cities boasted nearly a 100 royal undead alongside a grand army exceeding 200,000.
This could be considered the pinnacle of Bayou's combat strength.
If this force cannot bring down the Orc king, then it would be simpler to find a piece of tofu.
And in it that way, Bayou could hardly believe that the Orc king could also possess the level of an eighth tier sovereign.
Chapter 339.
The siege of a city on the other side.
In the twin cities, nearly a hundred royalty stood a top the ramparts led by the seven kings, including Sass.
At this moment, all structures within the city, say for the protective barrier, were devoid of any living beings to manipulate them.
Beyond the city walls lay the four races conquered by Bayou, totaling nearly 10,000, while an army of 100,000 undead, rested outside, instilling a profound sense of security among these races.
In the plaza within the city, another 100,000 undead, entirely comprised of aerial units, awaited the arrival of the enemy to ascend and rend them aunderder.
Above six colossal Leviathan class warships hovered silently, poised for activation at any moment.
As for the orcs surrounding the twin cities, who had already submitted, they had been commanded to retreat.
As long as the Orc king remained unyielding, they served no purpose.
After all, for the undead, lower tier forces were perpetually abundant.
It was more pragmatic to let them perish than to squander their potential as experience points until the Orc Empire capitulated.
The efficacy of 100 royalty of varying levels against a low tier emperor would be determined in this battle.
Sass, wielding the Lich King's sword, stood quietly upon the walls, joined by the other kings who had received by you's orders.
This confrontation could not be a mindless charge.
Should the orc king's prowess prove excessively formidable, the undead's task would be to scatter and slay as many other orcs as possible to gain experience.
Conversely, if the Orc king-s performance was average, the primary objective would shift to vanquishing him.
After all, the death of the orc king would signify by you's acquisition of the first emperor tier combatant.
With an emperor involved, the outcome of this battle would no longer be in doubt.
As for the criteria for judgment, in Bayou's absence, the seven kings would decide for themselves.
At this very moment in Bone Chewing City, the leaders of various tribes had gathered, each bringing forth their most elite warriors to converge here.
In the plaza, over 200,000 orc soldiers from more than 20 tribes thronged, their green heads bobbing in an undulating sea.
Clad in distinctive animal hide garments and adorned with bone ornaments to signify their respective tribes.
They encircled the heart of the plaza.
With the tribal leaders positioned at the innermost circle, standing before their warriors.
Amidst the throng of orcs, several orc priests wielded their staffs, conducting bizarre rituals while reciting strange incantations.
Flanking them were several massive iron cages, housing various humanoid creatures, all of whom had been tortured to the brink of despair.
With a faint silhouette of an elf discernible among them, they clawed at the bars, desperately struggling for freedom.
their whales and curses mingling with the priest's chance, creating a cacophony of chaos and noise.
It was clear that these captives, aware of the impending horrors, wore expressions of pure terror, even embracing one another in their despair.
Yet, no one heeded their plight.
The surrounding orcs were invigorated at the prospect of waging war.
The few tribal leaders privy to the situation initially harbored concerns.
Yet their confidence surged upon learning that the Orc king would personally intervene.
As the foremost warrior of the Orc Empire, there existed no adversary he could not vanquish say for the sanctum.
At this moment, the Orc king sat upon a high platform outside the square.
Coldly observing all that transpired below, awaiting the conclusion of the ritual conducted by the Orc priest.