Legendary Hero

The forests in the south have always been very lively, with wolves roaring, birds singing, monkeys crying, tigers roaring, etc., but in this area of ​​the South China Sea Cape, all these bustles belong to the past tense, and the forest today is like a cemetery.

No matter where the undead have passed or where the orcs are lurking, there is silence,

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

"Did you see the fleet at sea?" Thorger asked softly. He was standing against a big tree, holding the bloody battle ax tightly, and staring at the silent jungle ahead.

"Not yet." An anxious look appeared on the scout's face. The distance between them and the undead was only ten kilometers.

To put it another way, if the fleet hasn't appeared after an hour, then the orcs will have to fight the undead. At that time, the damage will be immeasurable, and the entire army may even be wiped out.

Every orc is uneasy, and so is Sorge, but he is the king of orcs. Although he is extremely anxious, his face does not show a bit, and he is still very calm.

"The fleet will arrive." Thorge said indifferently, then turned to his confidant Antlers and said, "Send my order and get ready to fight."

Seeing the antlers galloping to pass orders among the crowd, Thorger tried to calm himself down.

He released the little fine dragon half an hour ago, and until now, the little fine dragon has not been seen, let alone sent back information, and the fleet of the human race has become ethereal and empty, as if it has disappeared.

As time went by little by little, Thorge became more and more anxious and desperate.

"Could it be that I was tricked by Rowling? Could it be that guy has been lying to me, leading me to a decisive battle with the undead?" Thorge couldn't help but have such a question in his heart.

It is not unreasonable for him to think so. If there is a battle with the advanced undead army in front of him at this time, both sides will definitely lose.

After World War I, the orcs would be exterminated. Maybe some lucky orcs would escape, and maybe some half-orcs would grow up, but as a race, the orcs would perish on this land.

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

In this way, the orcs have already played the role of restraining the undead, and then Luo Lin should bring his fleet over, burn the orc corpses, so that the orcs will not become undead, and then walk away. The whole process is watched by the human race. Easily weakened the power of the undead.

Thinking of this, Thorge's heart felt cold, and he couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

Yes, this is not impossible, it is very possible, with the cunning nature of the human race...why can't they do it?

Thorge really wanted to lead his tribe to retreat immediately, but he knew that it was impossible, and it was too late. If he retreated now, the orcs would lose their morale, and when the undead caught up, there would be a bloody massacre immediately.

Therefore, even knowing that he was going to face a conspiracy, Thorger still had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.

When things got to this point, he had no way out, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere to the end.

His order has been issued to every orc warrior, Thorge raised the battle ax in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Warriors, go forward!"

Everything before was just Sorge's guess. Deep in his heart, he still had hope. He believed that Rowling would fulfill his promise.

Ahead is the cape of the South China Sea. They must occupy that place before the undead, otherwise even if the fleet comes, they will not be able to dock and let them board the ship.

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

Before setting off, Thorge saw his human wife, who was standing by a big tree, staring at him blankly with light blue eyes, and he couldn't tell whether the emotion in those eyes was disgust or nostalgia.

Thorge took a deep look at her, sighed in his heart, then turned around, and rushed into the dense forest with the orc warriors.

'Chachacha' The orcs were speeding forward in the dense forest, and Thorge's heart was filled with an indescribable sadness.

As the Beast King, he failed to lead his people to prosperity, but led them to death, and he tried his best to reverse this situation, and now he has to fight with the undead, and he is about to die. Wrong, all bets are lost.

Ahead is the cape of the South China Sea. The sea water here is dark blue, and the bottom cannot be seen. There are no entangled rotten tree roots under the water. It is a natural port.

At this time, Thorge didn't bother to hide, and shouted: "Warriors, charge!"

The orc warrior also roared: "Kill!"

Almost at the same time, Thorge saw a lot of movement in the woods on the opposite side of the cape. There was black air evaporating, and where the black air passed, the trees became dry, withered, and dead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then Thorge saw his match.

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

Thorge also saw the commander of the undead, a tall undead wearing a black battle armor and holding a two-handed sword. The black air around his body was burning like a flame, and there were dead branches on the ground around his body. When it was ignited, black smokeless sparks lit up, and there were more than 30 high-level undead around him, and the breath on his body was also huge.

However, he didn't notice a weird guy standing next to Innocent. There was no trace of death in his body, and he just stood there motionless, looking like an ordinary undead, not attracting attention at all.

Thorge didn't have the time to observe carefully, and with just one glance, the orcs and undead who were rushing to the forefront had already collided.

In an instant, there was sputtering flesh and blood on one side, and flying bone fragments on the other. The power of the living and the magic power of the dead were entangled together, composing a cruel and bloody war movement.

Thorge was not in a hurry to fight. He watched the battle calmly. After watching for less than half a minute, the pain in his heart made him howl.

His orc warriors are very powerful, but there are too many opponents. Countless ordinary undead are desperately blocking the footsteps of the orc warriors. When the warriors are exhausted, the higher undead will rush forward and easily seize Warrior's life.

In this moment of confrontation, countless orcs died in battle, but very few high-level undead were beheaded.

This was not a balanced battle at all, it was a massacre.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the morning, but there was still no shadow of the fleet on the sea. Sorge was completely desperate, roared angrily, brandished a bloody battle ax, and rushed towards the commander of the other side recklessly.

Ordinary undead wanted to step forward to block them, but Sorge ignored them and just rammed them all the way. The strength of his body alone was enough to crush these skeletons. When higher-level undead rushed forward to block them, Sorge swung his ax and chopped them down. , directly split the body of the undead into pieces.

Surrounded by many orc warriors, they rushed forward following the orc king, killing wildly all the way, nailing into the undead array like a wedge, and rushing forward quickly.

Undead Marshal Innocent saw Sorge, he sneered, held up his two-handed sword, and pointed at Sorge, and a large number of ordinary undead rushed towards Sorge, using their bodies as shields, densely blocking Sorge. Ergo is on his way.

If it was ten or twenty undead, Thorge could disperse them completely regardless, and his orc warriors could barely keep up with him.

But now, there are hundreds of thousands of ordinary skeletons rushing up! The road ahead was a vast expanse of whiteness, filled with skeleton heads, and the ground could not be seen at all.

Sorge felt the pressure increased and he felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire. The orc guards around him finally couldn't stand it, and kept falling, and the number decreased rapidly.

Gargoyles screamed in the sky, and they swooped down one by one, attacking Thorge from the sky. The gargoyles were so fast and powerful that Torge had to be distracted from their attacks.

Finally, a high-level undead broke through Thorger's defense, leaving a scar on his body.

With the first way, there will be the second way, and the third way. Almost every step forward, Thorge will get an extra scar on his body. Although it is not fatal, the magic power of death keeps invading, blood keeps losing, and his strength is also slowly. fade away slowly.

At this time, he had only charged half the distance, and the commander of the undead was still more than a hundred meters away. Normally, Sorge would be able to cross this distance in a few vertical leaps, but now, the opponent seems to be far away in the sky , out of reach.

"It seems that I'm going to die here today." Sorge sighed inwardly, then glanced at the sea instinctively.

At this sight, his eyes suddenly brightened, because he saw black spots appearing on the sea surface, a large area of ​​black spots, they were ships!

The Terran fleet is coming!

"Woo~" There was a desolate trumpet sound coming from afar, and Thorge had no time to think about those things. He just felt that the whole world became brighter, and his whole body burst into strength, and he roared wildly: "Warriors! , our support has arrived, kill!"

The orc warriors were all in high spirits, their low morale quickly picked up, and one by one they started roaring, desperately rushing to kill the enemy.

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

All the gargoyles in the sky flew towards the fleet. There are two hundred gargoyles in number, and they are a force that cannot be underestimated.

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

As the commander of the undead, he is very aware of the power of the gargoyle, so he is very confident. Today, he will definitely keep all the orcs in this cape!

At this time, Mo Luogen, who had been silent by his side all this time, suddenly showed surprise on his face: "Huh?"

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

"I said who has such boldness, it turned out to be him, and he came just in time!" A smile appeared on Moluogen's pale face.