The forests in the south have always been very lively, with wolf roars, bird songs, ape cries, tiger roars, and so on, but in this area of the South China Sea Cape, all these bustles belong to the past, and the forests are like cemeteries.

Whether it is where the undead pass, or where the orcs lurk, there is silence,

"Your Majesty, a large number of undead have appeared ten kilometers ahead, and there are high-level undead and ordinary undead, and they are also coming towards the cape." The scout brought back bad news.

"Do you see the fleet at sea?" Sorg asked softly, standing against a large tree, clutching his bloody tomahawk tightly and his eyes fixed on the silent forest ahead.

"Not yet." An anxious look appeared on the scout's face, the distance between them and the undead was only ten kilometers, which was not a distance at all, and it would take less than an hour for the two sides to meet.

In other words, if the fleet does not appear after an hour, then they orcs will have to fight the undead, and at that time, the damage will be immeasurable, and even the total annihilation of the army may be possible.

Every orc is nervous in his heart, and Solg is the same, but he is the orc king, although he is full of anxiety in his heart, his face is not at all, and he is still very calm.

"The fleet will arrive." Solger said lightly, then turned to the cronies beside him, Antlers, and said, "Pass my orders and prepare for battle." ”

Watching the antlers gallop through the crowd to herald, Sorg struggled to ≥ calm himself down.

Half an hour ago, he released the little elf dragon, and until now, the little elf dragon has not been found, let alone sent back information. The Terran fleet became ethereal and ethereal. It seems to have disappeared.

Little by little, time passed. Sorge grew more and more anxious and desperate.

"Am I being tricked by Rollin? Could it be that guy has been lying to me and leading me to a showdown with the undead? Sorge couldn't help but have such a question in his mind.

It was not unreasonable for him to think so, if there was a big battle with the high-level undead army in front of him at this time, both sides would definitely lose the result.

After the First World War, the orcs will be wiped out, maybe some lucky orcs will escape, and maybe some half-orcs will be able to grow into adulthood. But as a race, the orcs will die out in this land.

The undead will also be disabled, which will directly weaken a large part of the undead's power, and the pressure caused by the undead on the northern Davik fortress will be much reduced.

In this way, the orcs have already played a role in containing the undead, and then Rollin should come with his fleet, burn the orc corpses, lest the orcs become undead, and then walk away, and the whole process of the human race will be on the sidelines. Easily weakens the power of the undead.

Thinking about it like this, Sorge's heart was cold. I couldn't help but sweat on my forehead.

Yes, it's not impossible, it's very likely, with the cunning nature of the Terrans, what can't they do?

Sorg really wanted to retreat with his tribe immediately, but he knew that it was impossible, it was too late, and if he retreated now, the orcs would be demoralized, and when the undead caught up, it would be a bloody massacre immediately.

So, even knowing that he was going to face a conspiracy, Sorg had no choice but to hold on.

Things have reached this point, and he has no way back, so he can only grit his teeth and persevere.

His order had been given to every orc warrior, and Sorg raised the battle axe in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Warriors, forward!" ”

It was all Sorg's speculation before, but deep down, he still held on to hope, and he believed that Rollin would fulfill his promise.

Ahead was the South China Sea Cape, and they had to occupy that place before the undead, or they wouldn't be able to dock for them to board even if the fleet came.

The orcs began to speed forward, while the women and orc babies were left behind, guarded by a thousand-strong orc team, waiting for the right time to board the ship.

Before leaving, Sorg saw his Terran wife, who was standing beside a large tree, her pale blue eyes staring at him in a daze, and he couldn't tell whether the love in those eyes was disgust or nostalgia.

Sorg looked at her deeply, sighed in his heart, then turned around and rushed into the dense forest with the orc warriors.

The orcs were speeding through the dense forest, and Sorg's heart was filled with an indescribable sadness.

As the orc king, he failed to lead his people to prosperity, but led them to death, and he tried his best to reverse the situation, and now he has to fight with the undead, about to die and the clan is destroyed, what a wrong step, all lost.

Ahead is the Cape of the South China Sea, where the water is dark blue, there is no bottom, and there are no tangled rotten tree roots underwater, which is a natural harbor.

At this time, Sorge couldn't hide anymore, and shouted: "Warriors, charge!" ”

The orc warriors also shouted: "Kill! ”

Almost at the same time, Sorge saw a sudden movement in the woods on the other side of the cape, and black gas was steaming, and where the black gas passed, the trees withered, withered, and died at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then Sorg saw his opponent.

Countless undead, the sea of skeletons all over the mountains, there are ordinary skeletons, there are high-level undead whose bodies are still glued to flesh and blood, their bodies are bubbling with black breath, and their eyes are glowing with blue light, they are mixed together, and they are also rushing towards the cape.

Sorg also saw the undead commander, it was a tall undead wearing black battle armor and holding a two-handed sword, the black qi around his body was burning like flames, and on the ground around his body, there were constantly dead branches being ignited, and black smokeless sparks were ignited, and there were more than thirty high-level undead around him, and the aura on his body was also huge.

However, he didn't notice a strange guy standing next to Innocent, who didn't have the slightest breath of death in his body, just standing motionless, looking like an ordinary undead, not attracting attention at all.

Sorg didn't have time to take a closer look, so he looked at the kung fu and the orcs and the undead who were rushing to the forefront had already collided together.

In an instant, splattered flesh on one side and flying bone fragments on the other, the power of the living and the magic of the dead entwined. Composed a brutal and bloody war movement.

Sorg was in no hurry to fight. He watched the battle calmly first. After watching it for less than half a minute, the pain in his heart made him let out a wail.

His orc warriors are very strong, but the number of opponents is too many, countless ordinary undead desperately block the path of the orc warriors, and when the warriors are exhausted, the high undead will rush forward and easily take the warrior's life.

In this moment of confrontation, the orcs died countless times. And there are very few high-ranking undead who have been decapitated.

It's not a battle of balance of strength at all, it's a slaughter.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the morning, but there was still no shadow of the fleet on the sea, and Sorg was completely desperate, roaring angrily, brandishing a bloody battle axe, and rushing towards the opposing commander without hesitation.

Ordinary undead wanted to step forward to block it, but Sorg didn't care about it, just crashed all the way through, and the strength of his body alone was enough to smash these skeletons to pieces. A high-ranking undead rushed forward to stop him, and Solg swung his axe and slashed down. With an axe, the body of the undead was directly split into pieces.

Around him were many orc warriors, who rushed forward after the orc king, slaughtering all the way, like wedges nailed into the undead array, rushing forward quickly.

Undead Marshal Innocent saw Solger, he sneered, raised his two-handed sword, pointed at Solger, and a large number of ordinary undead rushed towards Solger, and they used their bodies as shields to densely block Solger's advance.

If it were ten or twenty undead, Sorg would be able to disperse them without any hesitation, and his orc warriors would be able to barely keep up with him.

But now, the number of ordinary skeletons that rushed up is hundreds, if not thousands! The road ahead was white, full of skull heads, and the ground could not be seen at all.

Sorg felt the pressure increase, and felt like he was stuck in a quagmire and swamp, and the orc guards around him finally couldn't stand it anymore, and kept falling, and their numbers were rapidly decreasing.

The screeching of gargoyles was heard in the sky, and one by one they swooped down and attacked Sorg from the sky. The gargoyles were so fast and powerful that Solgo had to be distracted to deal with their attacks.

Finally, a high-ranking undead broke through Sorg's defenses, leaving a scar on him.

With the first path, there is the second path, the third way, almost every time Sorg takes a step forward, there is one more scar on his body, although it is not fatal, but the death magic continues to invade, the blood continues to drain, and his power is slowly fading.

And at this time, he had only rushed half the distance, and the undead commander was still more than a hundred meters away, if in normal times, Sorg could cross this distance in a few vertical jumps, but now, the other party seemed to be far away from the sky, out of reach.

"Looks like I'm going to die here today." Sorge sighed inwardly, then instinctively looked at the sea.

At this look, his eyes suddenly lit up, because he saw a black spot on the sea, a large black spot, it was a sea ship!

The Terran fleet is coming!

"Woo~" There was a desolate horn sound from afar, and Solge had no time to think about those who didn't, he only felt that the whole world had become brighter, his whole body was full of strength, and he roared: "Warriors, our support has arrived, kill!" ”

The orc warriors were also in high spirits, and their originally low morale quickly recovered, and they began to roar one by one, desperately rushing to kill the enemy formation.

Innocent also saw the fleet, and he smiled, let out a screech, and pointed his sword at the fleet.

The gargoyles in the sky flew towards the fleet. There are two hundred gargoyles, and they are a force to be reckoned with.

Innocent believed that as long as the gargoyles held off the fleet for half an hour, the orcs would be all finished!

As the commander of the undead, he is very aware of the power of gargoyles, so he is very confident that today, he will definitely leave all the orcs in this cape!

At this time, Morovogen, who had been beside him without making a sound, suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face: "Huh? ”

"What's wrong?" Innocent was a little strange.

"I said who has such a boldness, it turned out to be him, just in time!" A smile appeared on Morovogen's pale face. (To be continued......)