After Char retreated, the orcs quickly retreated, and Shaq, no matter how arrogant he was, knew that it would be impossible for just a few hundred orc cavalry to enter the heavily guarded stronghold.

Although Shaq returned with a great victory, after his battle with Char, his contempt for the undead was also put away a lot.

"Except for the human Death Knight, the other undead are not worth mentioning at all!"

After redrawing from the battlefield, Shaq reported honestly to Osama.

"Humans?" Osama frowned at this, "How did humans end up here?"

"I don't know!" Shaq shook his shoulders, "Maybe it's a human who has cultivated the power of the undead in some sub-plane!"

Every day, there are countless strong people from the secondary plane to the main plane, and when the secondary plane establishes contact with the main plane, people of various races from the secondary plane to the main plane are in an endless stream every day.

Therefore, there are never many strong people from the secondary plane to the main plane, but the number of strong people in all the secondary planes adds up to a very considerable number, and the secondary planes that have established a connection with the main plane, their strong ones are personally selected by the races from the main plane, at least above the god plane, and will be noticed by the various clan forces in the main plane, the strong people in the main plane are like clouds, and the strong people in the holy domain who call for wind and rain in the secondary plane are not farts in the main plane, and the strong people in the god domain grab a lot of them, even if they are as powerful as gods, the main plane is never lacking.

For example, orcs will be introduced by the orcs of the main plane of power, elves will be recommended by the elves of the main plane of life, and some of the powerhouses of the secondary plane will stay after being introduced to the main plane, marry wives and have children, and I don't know how many generations now. For example, Shaq, his grandfather is a strong man who was introduced from the secondary plane to the main plane, and the referrer is an envoy of the Frostwolf Legion, and he is already the third generation of Shaq.

Osama nodded slightly, and there was only one explanation, but this human being, although powerful, had taken refuge in the undead, and that was a sad thing that could not be sadder.

"Lord Osama, without further ado, let's attack!" Shaq roared, waving his mace, "Grab their Sombra!"

Osama had already learned of the location of the Sombra from the mouth of the Bipedal Dragon Knight, and the undead rebelled against his suspicions.

"Pass the order and attack on all fronts!"

"For the Horde!"

When Shaq heard this, he raised his mace in his hand and roared loudly.

"For the Horde!"

Led by Shaq, all the orcs raised their weapons in unison and roared loudly.

"Attack!"

Osama's face sank as he calmly gave the order.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill ......"

On the plains beneath the valley of the Sunset Mountains, there was a roar from among the orc armies, like a decisive flood, surging towards the stronghold of the Shadow Thieves, who rushed at a chaotic pace, with rudimentary weapons aloft, roaring and slaughtering.

"Rumbling...... Long ......"

The earth shook, the sky seemed to be clouded, and the aura of slaughter came from far and near, filling the small strongholds.

The hearts of all the undead trembled, and their pale faces became even more desperate......

"Are you alright?"

In the stronghold, Char returned safely, Ron and Cronia and others had already greeted him, Char's face was a little ugly, and the defeat in the first battle was a very heavy blow to the morale of the undead.

"I'm fine!"

Char shook her head, she turned her head to look at Cronia, moved her mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it.

This is not a manifestation of strength, but fighting spirit, leading such a group of undead who do not have any will to fight, it is really a very embarrassing thing.

Cronia didn't feel anything, she just felt that this kind of battle was too normal, and it was not normal to win.

Not only for orcs, but also for any race.

"The orcs are attacking!"

At this time, Cronia's expression was nervous, and she turned her head to look at Ron, "Lord Lich King, with our current strength, there is no way to hold the stronghold, why don't we retreat!"

"Retreat?"

Ron frowned, he shook his head, and ignored Cronia, he slammed the Scourge's Scepter in his hand to the ground, "Let's go, Char, let's teach these arrogant orcs a profound lesson......"

"Yes!"

Char gave Cronia a contemptuous look, then turned and left.

"Lord Lich King!"

Cronia tried to stop Ron, but when the words came to her lips, she stopped talking, and she saw Ron look at her with deep disappointment.

Looking at Ron's slightly curved back as he left, his firm and powerful steps, Cronia's expression was complicated, and she didn't say anything.

"Forget it, let's leave them alone!"

At this time, Heinde, the undead god and demon master of the Shadow Thieves Regiment, came up and said fiercely, "What do these guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead? If they want to die themselves, should we also follow? We will lead our own people to retreat, and they will not dare to do anything......

Cronia stood like a wooden plastic and was silent for a long time.

"Even if he is really the Lich King's heir, so what? we've done our best, and no one can blame us!" Seeing Cronia's indifferent look, Heinde was anxious, his voice raised, he didn't want his beloved woman to die.

"Anyway, the Scourge's Scepter is real, and his strength is ...... It's true, too!" Cronia shook her head, and she ignored Heinde and turned to chase after her.

"This bastard!"

Heinde stomped his foot hard and chased after him, not knowing if he was scolding Ron or Cronya.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill ......"

The orcs smashed into the stronghold of the Shadow Thieves like a whirlwind, and several of the guards guarding the mouth of the valley were unable to dodge, and were instantly chopped into pulp by the rushing orc wolf knights.

"Run......"

"Here ...... orcs come"

"Don't kill me!"

The orc army, led by the wolf riders, advanced rapidly, followed by the orc infantry.

At this time, there was a "......boom", and the sturdy gate of the stronghold was knocked open by a giant beast, which had several huge horns on its nose and forehead like a rhinoceros, and dragged a long tail behind it, its body was larger than two elephants, and on their backs rode an orc knight, whose hands flew like wheels, beating huge war drums and making rhythmic "dong...... Knock ......" sound.

"Kodomon...... The Knight of the Kodo Beast is here......"

The undead cried out in terror, feeling like they were going to stop breathing in the face of this terrifying beast.

Kodomon is the exclusive mount of the orcs, the Kodomonon domesticated from the alien beast has all the abilities of the alien beast, they have a huge body and strong armor, as well as the terrifying ability to "devour" the opposing soldiers, the huge war drum beating by the orc riding on the back of the Kodo beast is a kind of aura power, it can not only boost morale, but also increase the attack and defense of the orcs by 10%, it is a very powerful class of troops on the battlefield.

Under the influence of the sound of the Kodo beast war drums, all the orcs were as excited as if they had been beaten with blood, and their morale rose to the highest point in an instant.

At this time, the orcs had already attacked the stronghold, and the tops of the Ghost Tower and the Frozen Tower in the undead stronghold lit up, sending out rays of light like spider webs to attack the enemy, and the orcs who were hit fell to the ground screaming.

However, the number of Ghost Towers and Frozen Towers is too small, and more than a dozen defense towers can't stop the surging orcs at all, and at this time, the orcs also began to attack the defense towers of the undead, and one defense tower after another collapsed under the attack of the orcs, turning into a cloud of black mist and disappearing.

Attack...... Attack...... Attack......

The orc army burned like a raging fire, and there was no doubt about their strength.

The Kodomons are so powerful that they are like indestructible tanks, and a single dash can turn a tower to ashes.

"Not good...... The tower fell ......"

"Protect the Tower ......"

When the undead saw this, they ran out of the towers in terror and took up arms against the orcs.

"Porphyry...... Porphyry ...... Porphyry ......"

At this time, the troll hunters among the orcs came into play, these powerful trolls were one of the orc tribes, they held huge spears, and threw them forward one by one, the powerful power of the trolls combined with the attack power of the steel spears, and those who were hit were killed.

The remaining undead did not fight bravely, but turned and fled, and were then attacked and killed from behind by the orcs who caught up......

Womb, this battle is too bad......

Seeing that Ron couldn't watch this scene anymore, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, how could such undead fight against an orc army armed to the teeth?

However, Ron knew that the black crystal mine had to be guarded, and if he lost this black crystal mine, then there would be nothing left.

"Faith...... I have to get them back to what they once believed......"

Ron took a deep breath, and he gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind......

Char raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth went up, revealing a slight smile.

"Kill...... Kill them...... None of them will be left!"

"Break that Frozen Tower......"

"Brothers...... Give me ......."

Osama roared loudly, he fought while directing the orcs to fight, in the war of the main plane, it is impossible for the commander to be completely outside the battle, every commander, in addition to having excellent command skills, must also have great strength, they must charge forward and fight with the warriors.

However, ever since Osama broke through the gate and entered the stronghold of the Shadow Thieves, there was always a feeling of uneasiness, like the feeling of being targeted by a wild wolf in the wild when he was three years old, and the orc's natural sixth sense made him instantly vigilant.

At this time, Osama's eyes were attracted to something on the hillside, and a man standing on the hillside, technically not a "person", he was wrapped in armor made of fine iron, holding a long bone staff in his hand, and he wore a hideous and terrifying skull mask on his head, like a demon from hell, showing deep fangs, and the man's body slowly left the ground, and the black robe on his body fluttered in the wind......

"Is that him?"

Intuitively, Osama felt as if the uneasiness in his heart came from the man in front of him, he was a necromancer, but Osama couldn't see the other party's strength clearly.

At this time, the bone staff in the black-robed man's hand turned drippingly, and a strange and eerie aura of death enveloped the entire battlefield.

"Huh...... What is that?" one of the undead saw this and pointed to the sky and shouted, causing the other undead to look up.

When the eyes of all the undead fell on the skeletal mask on the man's body, they immediately stood there as if they had been struck by lightning, this skull mask was hideous and terrifying, there was nothing special about it, but in the eyes of the undead, this terrifying mask seemed so kind and peaceful.

The terrifying mask and the spinning bone staff awaken the memories of many undead hidden in the depths of their hearts.

This moment...... All the undead seemed to have forgotten that they were on the battlefield in the midst of the battle, and they stared at this scene blankly, as if they wanted to stop time forever......

Before they knew it, the eyes of all the undead changed, numbness became fanatical, cowardice turned into strength, and the fierce fighting intent rose in their hearts, like a fire, burning their bodies......

With a bang, a blood-colored flag was erected high, as bright and dazzling as blood, and in the center of that flag was embroidered a terrifying skull......

Ron floated silently in the sky, his expression cold, he held the Scourge's Scepter in his hand, and slowly pointed forward......

"Go, undead, for the glory of the past...... For the sake of the lost dignity...... For eternal faith......"

"The Lich King!"

"The Lich King!"

"Boom-"

At this time, the undead finally broke out, their eyes shining with anger, roaring, roaring, and pounced on the orcs with their rudimentary weapons.

The undead stood up, and countless undead creatures stood up, as if they felt the will of their summoners, and these undead creatures seemed to be endowed with unyielding courage......

The battle slowly became fierce and stale, and the undead burst out with a hundredfold courage and fighting spirit, and frantically pounced on their enemies, scuffling into a ball, and when their weapons were broken, they pounced on them and gnashed their teeth...... Stone ...... Some of them hugged the orcs directly and rolled down the hill with a roar......

"What's wrong...... What the hell is wrong with them?"

The orcs were stunned, and the undead in their eyes, who were so weak as to be vulnerable, suddenly changed, from a herd of tame sheep to a ferocious lion, and stretched out their sharp claws and white fangs to them......