An innumerable throng of orcs was swiftly annihilated, subsequently transformed into undead.

The outcome of this battle was devoid of suspense.

As SAZ led, a formidable cadre of royal liches numbering over a dozen, while the ranks of the undead swelled ever larger.

At this moment, the orc leader experienced fear for the first time, grappling with an emotion it could scarcely comprehend.

It was incredulous that such a bizarre entity could exist in the world.

Chapter 289.

Complete victory die.

The orc chieftain bellowed, brandishing its weapon as it charged towards Sarth.

It recognized Sarth as the leader among the adversaries, believing that vanquishing him would lead to the downfall of the other monsters.

One by one, the orcs around it fell.

Witnessing the destruction of the tribe it had once established, a sight it could scarcely endure.

With fury courarssing through its veins, the chieftain unleashed a powerful strike aimed directly at Sarth.

Thud.

A wall of bones materialized before it.

And astonishingly, its full force attack failed to shatter the barrier.

As the chieftain s strength waned, the skeletal shield dissipated and countless bones, spikes, and ice shards pierced its body, causing it excruciating pain.

In that moment, the chieftain caught sight of its opponent.

A figure cloaked in dark robes, a skeletal being.

From all directions, an array of bone chains surged forth, intent on binding it.

The orc chieft and swung its weapon desperately in defense.

But the bone spikes embedded in its flesh drained its vitality, leaving it increasingly feeble.

It sensed the vast disparity in power.

It could not even approach its foe without being ins snared, rendering it no match for the lich.

More and more bone chains pierced its form like vengeful spirits siphoning its life force.

The chieftain's movement slowed, its attempts to struggle proving feudal as the spectre of death loomed ever closer.

If only time could rewind, it vowed never to assault these two fortresses again.

Just then, a green barrier appeared, intercepting the lich's lethal blow and saving the orc chieftain, an orc shaman who had remained hidden in the rear.

Two royal orcs seized the opportunity to drag their leader away, extracting the bone spikes from its body.

The orc chieftain on the brink of collapse felt its life force ebbing away, rendering it devoid of combat strength.

The hunchback shaman approached slowly.

And as the chieftain began to express its gratitude, the shaman unexpectedly grasped its head, chanting incantations.

The shaman drew forth green energy from the chieftain, all of it flowing into its own mouth.

Ah.

The chieftain cried out in agony, struggling with all its might.

But it was of no avail.

Weakened, it was held down by the two royal orcs.

Unable to resist, the shaman's eyes turned white, radiating light as it greily consumed the chieftain's energy.

The chieftain's struggles grew feebler, its complexion aging rapidly before it ultimately succumbed to death.

Its eyes wide with fury, gazing in rage at the shaman who had betrayed it.

Yet the orc shaman appeared insatiable, descending into a frenzied state.

It struck the ground forcefully with its staff, unleashing a wave of green energy that swept across the battlefield.

This wave bore no lethal intent upon striking the undead.

It elicited no reaction.

Instead, the orcs caught in its wake fell to their knees, clutching their heads in torment as green energy poured from their eyes, mouths, ears, and nostrils.

All converging towards the shaman, without exception, these orcs had all received its blessings.

Soon, only a frail assembly of elderly, sickly, and wounded orcs remained, swiftly falling victim to the onslaught of the undead.

The aura of the orc priest grew formidable as it wielded its staff, unleashing a multitude of eerie green mist that surged forth in all directions, targeting the undead.

With a resounding explosion, the attacks detonated, and the tainted undead fell lifeless to the ground, never to rise again.

This spectacle astonished the observing orc kings, marking their inaugural victory over this monstrous horde, igniting a flicker of hope among the orc populace.

The chief has fallen.

Avenge the leader.

A resounding shout reverberated across the battlefield.

The orcs on the periphery remained oblivious to the fact that their leader had been slain by the priest, fueled by rage as they charged at the undead.

Meanwhile, having tested its newfound abilities, the orc priest resolved to flee, knowing that a teleportation array awaited in its quarters for a swift escape.

However, a long knife engulfed in black flames suddenly appeared within its line of sight.

The priest hesitated, intending to turn back, only to find the formidable figure of the Lich King Sarth, clad in deep blue armor, standing menacingly behind it with weapon in hand.

Jon, wielding a broadsword, approached with heavy footsteps while the silent figure of Lonie descended from the skies, encircling the priest.

Rooted in place, the priest pondered whether it could vanquish these four adversaries.

Just as its skeletal fingers tightened around the staff, a simultaneous assault was unleashed upon it by the four kings.

The surrounding mist began to whirl around, coalescing into a dragon-like form that lunged at Sarth, followed closely by a second attack aimed at Jon as it attempted to summon a third.

A sudden, excruciating pain shot through its mind, blood spilling from its mouth, and its staff slipped from its grasp.

With a swift thrust, a black blade pierced through its defenses, penetrating deep into its chest.

"No!" Jack withdrew his weapon and the priest succumbed to death, collapsing to the ground.

Its attacks were effortlessly shattered by Sarth and Jon.

Its power pad in comparison to that of the Orc leader, being merely at level three.

Silently, Jack remarked, "This is the extent of the priest's prowess.

In truth, the Orc leader was only level four.

" Jack had ascended to level two amidst the earlier chaos.

His blade imbued with dark magic capable of severing all.

Following his statement, Jack quietly returned to the fry as the battle neared its conclusion.

With only a few kings left clinging to life, Jon unleashed area of effect skills to garner additional experience, having also achieved level two among the kings.

Of the four kings, only Lonnie remained at level one, though experience points were nearing completion.

Return the bodies of the kings to the city of the undead.

Present them to her majesty the queen.

Sarth instructed the surrounding liches.

As the battle drew to a close, the undead began to clear the battlefield and gather resources.

In this conflict, not a single orc had emerged alive, and the news could be concealed for some time.

This small orc tribe, consisting of approximately 10,000 orcs, had been decimated, leaving a total of 15,000 undead summoned by the kings, excluding the orc leaders who had not doubled their summons.

There were a total of six kings.

Apart from the level four leader and the level three priest, the rest were all level one.

As for the other kings, they had perished during the previous assault on the siblings.

The or tribe now lay in ruins, engulfed in flames and chaos.

The bodies of the orcs were gathered together and incinerated to obliterate all traces.

Returned to the castle with his command from Sars, the undead began to withdraw, carrying with them the confiscated supplies.

Thus, a tribe at the border of the Orc Empire was silently eradicated.

Chapter 290.

Do you think me foolish? In the heart of the city, Bayou was taken aback when she suddenly witnessed the undead emerging from the portal, hauling an array of supplies.

Soon, she spotted the corpses of royal orcs being transported and understanding dawned upon her.

Esteemed Queen, Lord Sars has led us to annihilate an orc tribe.

And these are the spoils of war.

A lich hovered beside by you, speaking with utmost reverence.

Ah, I see.

By replied, summoning the six corpses with ease and collecting the provisions.

Well done.

Continue your efforts.

You may leave now.

After dispatching the undead, she observed the rankings of her royal minions.

To her delight, all had leveled up except for Lonnie.

Though her current strength rendered her somewhat hesitant to confront the Orc Empire, she recognized that by adeptly in navigating the Empire's rules, she could expedite the enhancement of her undead forces.

Bayou resolved to have Sars and the others persist in their search for orc tribes if combat proved too arduous.