A proactive assault on the Orc Empire as evening descended and the sky began to darken.
Bayou found herself idly filing her nails.
Suddenly, a system notification chimed in her mind.
Congratulations, Lord.
You have successfully conquered the Rock Tooth Clan, earning an auxiliary Barack in the tier of the race.
This feeble race, devoid of any notable traits, offered little in terms of rewards.
Bayou had discerned a pattern.
Upon absorption, the outcome was merely an increment in progress.
Current progress of the tier of the kingdom, 15100, that was already over 17th of the way there, and the prospect of completion excited her.
The siblings returned to the palace as night fell, not via a teleportation stone, but rather from their main fortress, indicating that they had constructed a necropolis in the savage plains.
"Big brother, we're back," Shun declared, promptly shedding her outer garment and freeing her hair from its tie.
"I'm off to take a bath.
I must admit, Chinfong, your bathing facilities are rather effective, far more comfortable than a shower.
" She tossed her coat at Shinfong and headed towards the bathing area.
"Big brother, what about the Minotaur tribe?" Shunfong inquired, glancing at Bayou with a questioning gaze.
"Let us take down Double-sided Mountain first.
I'm uncertain whether there are other factions of the Halfforc Empire in the Savage Plains.
While we must hasten our development, it is paramount to proceed steadily and cautiously.
Bayou prioritized stability over speed, especially during this crucial juncture of ascending to royal status.
Vigilance was essential.
Chunfong proceeded to elaborate on the location of the necropolis, which sparked by US interest.
Who would have imagined a necropolis perched above the clouds? It was a natural fortress.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Bayou asked curiously.
"I'll wait for Chinua," he replied.
"Are you certain?" Bayou questioned, beused by the need for confirmation.
In the end, Chun Fong waited 2 hours before Chunu emerged from her bath, and he began to understand Bayou s earlier retort.
"Wow, you actually waited for me.
That s quite astonishing," Chinua remarked as she approached, draping Chunfong s coat over her shoulders before they both made their way to the dining hall.
"By you, as always, abstain from dining.
" While Xiaoinshi had already finished her meal, "What is the situation with the undead and the orc empire?" Bayou inquired, puzzled that there had been no intelligence report from Twin Cities at such a late hour.
Returning to your majesty, the orcs are merely feigning an attack.
They appear to be probing for information, sending only low-ranking orcs with not a single royal among them.
The ethereal voice of the undead echoed within the hall as it had taken residence in a spectre to facilitate communication with Bayou, a nearly exclusive embodiment for this spirit.
Even the orcs are becoming cautious.
Bayou lamented the loss of experience points that had slipped through her fingers.
In that case, inform Sars to mobilize the undead for a proactive assault, purging all orcs beyond Bone Chewing City.
as long as it does not confront the orc king of Chewbone City.
Bayou is convinced that a mere orc king would not take matters into his own hands.
Yes, your majesty, the knight in Twin Cities, is eerily silent, and as Sass receives Bayou's orders, he departs with several other kings.
For the undead, the distinction between day and night is inconsequential.
They possess boundless stamina and do not tire.
However, for the orcs, this is a disadvantage.
The orc tribes are numerous and even when gathered around Chewbone City, they're dispersed over a considerable distance.
Moreover, to mitigate conflicts among the tribes, there must be buffer zones between each resulting in the tribes at the periphery being quite far from Chewbone City.
At this moment, a massive bonfire blazes in the center of the tribal square, illuminating the surroundings.
Several orcs patrol with torches and weapons in hand, while the rest have already retreated into their tents for a deep slumber, utterly unaware that a crisis is silently approaching.
Time 000 0.
A colossal airship stealthily appears above the tribe, its presence undetectable in the pitch black night below.
Whoosh! Several bone blades slice through the night sky, descending from above and piercing the chests of a few patrolling orcs.
With a thud, they succumb to silence.
Kill.
Leave none alive.
Lonnie remains voiceless, transmitting information to every undead present through the tremors of souls.
At Lonie's command, several royal level undead plummet from the sky, targeting the surrounding orcs.
This is a different time.
Bayou seeks to ascend to the imperial level and thus slaying foes to garner experience points is paramount.
Although Bayou has expressed a willingness to accept surrender, Lonnie, considering Bayou's interests, offers the orcs no opportunity for capitulation, the intent from the onset is total annihilation.
All dispatched are highle royal undead with none below that rank.
Exterminating this group of orcs is effortless, and they will not even utter a sound.
This is an assassination mission and the purpose of bringing the armorous is not to deploy the undead army but to facilitate the retrieval of newly summoned undead.
Below the orc chief in the camp seems to sense the disturbance and abruptly awakens his weapon within arms reach with veins bulging.
The orc chief cleaves a sneaking lich in half and rushes out of the tent.
He feels a sticky sensation at his feet and upon looking down sees the blood of his fellow orcs flowing around him.
Shadows whirl above, continuously slaughtering the surrounding orcs, igniting the chief's fury.
A thunderous roar reverberates throughout the tribe, awakening all remaining orcs who rush out in response.
Yet by this moment, the tribe has already suffered heavy losses, and above them, the enemy numbers over a dozen, each one a royal.
This is simply beyond their capacity to resist.
Retreat.
Withdraw towards Chewbone City.
The orc chieftain seized his weapon and charged toward the surrounding undead, simultaneously commanding his kin to retreat, allowing him to buy precious time.
Suddenly, he halted in his tracks as a spectral foe materialized before him, emanating an eerie blue black aura.
It was none other than Blunny, enhanced by necromancy.
A barrage of soul attacks surged toward the orc, and in an instant, the chain wielding Bloney engaged the chieftain in fierce combat.
As for the fleeing orcs, the ominous presence of the armored mother SK was far from mere decoration.
Concurrently, similar chaos unfolded across other tribes.
A total of six orc clans were besieged simultaneously under the veil of night by enigmatic creatures of formidable strength and peculiar abilities.
all of royal caliber.
This sudden onslaught caught them utterly unprepared.
As the sun's rays kissed the earth, heralding the dawn, the six orc tribes lay in ruins, drenched in blood and strewn with corpses.
In a single night, the six clans faced total annihilation.
Chapter 338.
The Great Exodus.
In the morning, the emissaries from the Chubon tribe routinely surveyed the various tribes, a task mandated daily since the Orc king summoned all tribes to Chubon City.
Due to the absence of communication methods, they relied solely on human messengers while also remaining vigilant against the potential rebellion of disobedient tribes.
Upon reaching the outermost tribe, the emissary from Chubone City was horrified to witness the devastation.
The Mukhammer tribe had been annihilated.
The emissary hastily returned to Chewbone City, recognizing the gravity of the situation.
An entire tribe had turned to ruins overnight, and it was imperative to inform the Orc king.
Simultaneously, several other obliterated tribes were experiencing similar fates.
As orc riders frantically returned to Chewbone City from various locations outside the Twin Cities, a considerable mound of orc corpses had accumulated, forming a small hill.
The undead had not summoned spirits last night.
Instead, they had directly transported all the bodies back.
These orc corpses had now been fully summoned, and the disintegration of nearly 100,000 orc bodies represented a significant resource.
With the addition of 30 king level undead and the original defensive forces of the Twin Cities, a formidable array had been established.
Without the emergence of a royal figure, no king level adversary could hope to conquer the Twin Cities.
The undead had systematically eradicated nearly 20 Orc tribes from the Orc Empire, resulting in the demise of half the Orc population at the hands of the undead.
The open destruction of six tribes right under the nose of Chewbone City incited fury among the Chewbone tribe.
The remaining orc tribes stationed at the periphery were filled with trepidation, fearing they would be the next to fall and began to beseech the orc king to address the enemy.
Faced with the pleas of the tribes and the provocations of the adversary, the orc king had no choice but to respond lest his royal prestige be utterly diminished.
Initially perceiving the enemy as a mere kitten, he was now confronted with a formidable tiger, a threat so significant that even the Orc king could no longer disregard it.