"Roar—"

Under the guidance of the Lich King Ron, the undead went crazy, they went forward one after another, fearless of death, and the corpses of countless undead paved a bloody path, but just like that, the undead still fought to the death.

There is no strong body, no great strength, no beautiful magic, only a strong spiritual will, and an immortal soul.

What's wrong? What the hell is going on with these undead?

Although the orcs are brave, they are still a little overwhelmed by these crazy undead, and the undead in front of them have completely subverted their cognition.

People's fear stems from ignorance, and before they know it, the arrogance on the orc's face is slowly replaced by horror.

The battle began to stalemate, and the orcs' offensive gradually slowed down, and as more and more undead poured out, the scales of battle began to tilt in favor of the Shadow Thieves.

"The Lich King, he's really the Lich King......"

Cronia watched this scene quietly, and burst into tears with excitement, at this moment, she seemed to see the Scourge Legion that swept across the entire main plane 100,000 years ago, the powerful undead, the unyielding will, and the firm faith, played an eternal elegy.

In just a split second, Cronia made a decision she had never regretted in her life and followed Ron...... Follow the Lich King...... Follow the Scourge Legion......

At this time, Cronia slowly raised her right hand, the sharp Hallows level dagger shining in the setting sun, and her face showed a look of devotion like that of a nun.

"For the Undead"

"Kill!"

Cronia's eyes flashed with awe-inspiring murderous intent, and she saw her delicate body twist, and a beautiful turn, like a beautiful butterfly in flowers, jumped into the chaotic crowd......

"Cronia......

Heinde's exclamations could be heard from behind, but Cronia turned a deaf ear.

An orc wolf cavalry wielded a huge war hammer and roared, smashing the head of an undead who rushed wildly, blood mixed with brains scattered, accompanied by the undead's resentful, unyielding gaze, the orc riding on the back of the giant wolf laughed.

At this time, he only felt a slight chill on his neck, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and a big head left his body and rolled down his neck, with a frightened and determined expression before he died, as if he had seen something terrible.

A shadow quickly left his body, looking for his next target.

"Huh...... Swish...... Who......"

Between several ups and downs, more than a dozen orcs fell in pools of blood, without exception, they were all killed in one blow, and their corpses either had no heads, or only a blood hole......

Cronia's appearance caused panic among the orcs, "It's the Shadow Thieves...... The Shadow Thieves have appeared!"

"Quickly release the Visible Guard!" an orc infantry calmly ordered.

The shaman, who was following the orc army, did not dare to slack off, and began to chant in a low voice, and in a short time, something like a magic staff fell from the sky, thrust heavily into the ground, and burst into a violent light......

In the light, a sneaking shadow was forced to appear......

"Here...... It's here, kill it!"

When the orcs saw this, they all shouted and screamed, the troll hunter raised his spear, and the orc infantry and wolf riders quickly rushed to kill.

Cronia's superb stealth skills, even if her body is revealed, she can still only see a fast-moving phantom, but the thieves with little defense power have exposed their whereabouts, and sooner or later their lives will be in danger, and when Cronia has just plunged the dagger into the neck of a troll hunter, another orc infantry with a giant axe smirks and rushes over.

"Not good!"

Cronia screamed in her heart that something was not good, and then she realized that it was too late to dodge.

"Boom-"

I saw that the giant axe orc let out a miserable scream, fell heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his body convulsed constantly, and a cloud of ghosts continued to wrap around his head, at the same time, the orc's life breath was quickly withdrawn, and it seemed that he could not live.

"Is that you?"

Only then did Cronia find out if it was someone else who saved herself, it was Char, and "Death Coil" was the Death Knight's specialty.

"Thank you!"

Cronia bowed her head, tucked the dagger at her waist, and saluted.

Char nodded, did not speak, in this chaotic battlefield, there is no need to say more, one expression, one action is enough.

Seeing Char's figure kill like a whirlwind, Cronia immediately followed, and the two powerhouses with the peak strength of the Divine Domain cooperated with each other, and the blood of the orcs was spilled all the way.

"Is that him?"

Osama stared at Ron's body in the sky, with a hint of fear in his eyes with strong killing intent, the constantly rotating skeletal staff, and the terrifying and hideous steel mask, which couldn't help but remind Osama of a terrible legend, the protagonist of this legend is the god-like man-

"The Lich King!"

The Lich King is not a name, nor is it a profession, it is a title, a hero's title, just like the dwarven hero "King of the Hill", it is just a title, and the existence of this title represents the recognition of its strength by all the forces of the main plane.

A strong man with the title of hero is not a being to be ignored at any time, if he is really the legendary "Lich King......

"No, this guy should be dead!"

Osama's eyes narrowed, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, it was because of the rumors that this terrible man had died, that his uncle let the Frostwolf Legion intervene in the undead main plane, occupy the Forgotten City, and test the attitude of the undead.

"Is he resurrected?"

If this man is really the Lich King, then he is not facing some Shadow Thieves, but a real Scourge Legion, and if this is the case, then there is no chance of victory with only 5,000 orcs.

The resurrection of the Lich King was a major event that shook the entire main plane, and he alone was enough to change the power pattern of the entire main plane, and even the most powerful Divine Angel Legion in the main plane would never dare to ignore it.

Osama stared at the blood-colored skull banner symbolizing the Scourge Legion, and his mind raced that he had to report it to his uncle immediately, this matter was too important.

Osama's uncle, Ryu, is also a hero, and his title is "Raging Ripper".

"Lord Osama, Lord Osama......"

Shaq roared and rushed up, wiping a handful of blood from his face, "We can't stand it, these undead...... These undead are crazy!"

Shaq had already put away his previous arrogance and contempt, and as the orc soldiers fell one by one, Shaq's heart was now full of fear.

"I already know!" Osama's face sank, "Don't let the tribe's brothers make unnecessary sacrifices, we'll retreat at once!"

"Yes!"

In the face of the undead surging like a tide, five thousand orcs are indeed not enough, not to mention that the undead can summon undead creatures, and they will soon become terrifying, coupled with the steely will to fight, the orcs can no longer withstand it.

Both Shaq and Osama remembered this, and the undead were no longer the undead they were.

The orcs were defeated, and under the battle between the five thousand orcs and the crazy undead, there were only more than a thousand left, and Osama was helpless in the face of the terrifying number of the undead, and now he was about to retreat......

Ron looked at the undead who were desperate like crazy, and only then did he feel a little comforted in his heart, and after some encouragement and blessing from himself, he finally had a little appearance, although it was not as good as the Scourge Legion 100,000 years ago.

The courage and sacrifice of the undead are not without reward, the defeat of the orcs is almost a foregone conclusion, although the orcs are very strong, but their number is too small, the current orcs have been dragged by the undead of the Shadow Thieves Group, and countless undead creatures have risen from the ground and frantically pounced on the orcs.

At this time, Ron's eyes fell on Osama, and he kept an eye on the orc commander, only to see that the guy quickly gathered a group of orcs and slowly retreated towards the door of the stronghold.

"Do you finally want to leave?" a sneer flashed at the corner of Ron's mouth, and then his eyes became extremely cold, "How can it be so easy!"