Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch

Chapter 230: Attack the orc camp

[Night retreats, dawn arrives]

The sky over the Arsen continent remained bright and sunny, while in Emerald Hills, four Race Kings had gathered.

Aside from Arthur and Riven, who were responsible for clearing out the remnants of the hobgoblin kingdom, most of the undead main force was stationed here.

"Leaders, we have located the camp of the orcs that attacked last time," an Ethereal Wraith reported, appearing ghost-like before Arthas and the other undead.

"Continue scouting and find the other orc camps," Azure's ethereal voice commanded, giving the next orders to the Ethereal Wraiths before turning to Arthas.

Although all four were Race Kings, they needed a leader to unify their decisions. Among them, Arthas was the highest level and the strongest lich, naturally taking the lead.

"We will attack proactively, eliminate them, and strengthen our forces," Arthas rasped, his voice sounding like that of a middle-aged human.

In fact, Arthas did exist in a human form. Inside his armor was a fully intact human body.

The other three kings were entirely different, showing no human traits.

With the presence of a lv6 Monarch lich, the undead army had the confidence to destroy the orc camp and chose not to remain on the defensive.

"Move out."

Led by the four Race Kings, followed by Monarch-level undead, over 10,000 undead took to the skies, heading towards the orc camp as directed.

At that moment, the orc camp was unaware of the impending danger. Female orcs played with young orcs, elderly orcs sat by the campfire eating roasted meat, and groups gathered to drink orc-made wine.

Orc warriors received blessings from the priest near the altar. The orc priest, hunched over and holding a staff made from a deer antler, looked like a clothes rack.

The orc priest, draped in animal pelts, waved his hands laboriously in the air, green energy swirling around as he chanted incomprehensible spells.

The orc leader was in the central tent, meeting apostles from another camp to discuss plans to destroy the extraterrestrial visitors' castle by the lake.

"Who would have thought the brave warriors of the royal tribe couldn't take down two extraterrestrial visitors? They disgrace the orc name," the apostles mocked the leader's failure, angering him.

"Say another word, and I'll rip your head off!" the leader threatened, silencing the apostles who had only intended to taunt.

"As for cooperation, our camp agrees. We've lost too many strong warriors to let them go unpunished, but—"

Before the apostle could finish, the ground shook violently.

Boom! Boom!!

Explosions erupted outside, accompanied by the chaotic sounds of orcs running and screaming.

"What's happening?" the apostles and the camp leader rushed out of the tent, witnessing an unbelievable scene.

Massive flaming skulls fell from the sky like meteors, crashing into the ground. Giant bone dragons flew overhead, spewing fire and burning everything.

The camp was littered with orc corpses, both elderly and female, who had no idea what hit them.

Orc warriors, summoned by the priest, fought the incoming undead army, but they were vastly outnumbered and quickly overwhelmed.

Fallen orc warriors rose again as part of the undead, further tipping the scales against the orcs.

Seeing his camp being destroyed, the orc leader grabbed his weapon and charged at the undead.

"For the honor of the orc!"

The orc leader's roar rallied the confused orc warriors, boosting their morale. Even the elderly and infirm orcs picked up weapons to fight back.

The orc priest cast a spell from the rear, affecting all orcs. Their eyes turned red as they entered a berserk state, becoming fearless and relentless, determined to use their last strength to kill the invaders.

The apostles were shocked, recalling the leader's description of the undead. Realizing the danger, they tried to flee.

Turning around, they found a black, eerie figure standing behind them, a long blade burning with black flames in hand, instilling fear.

In an instant, a dark, sharp blade flashed, and the apostles felt their vision freeze. The world spun as they saw their headless bodies, blood spurting from their necks.

John, not directly involved in the battle, stood behind, his broadsword embedded in the ground, continuously unleashing his skill. With his promotion to Monarch level, the skill's destructive power had skyrocketed.

The entire orc camp was covered by his skeletons, exploding skulls destroying everything and preventing any orc from escaping.

The four Race Kings' domain powers spread out. Even without necromancers, as kings of their race, they could summon their troops.

Skeletons and zombies rose, while liches and specters dominated the skies.

John stayed at the rear, Azure in the air, Crane moved through the chaos, and Arthas stood at the forefront of the undead army, like a commander.

Arthas swung his weapon, each strike unleashing terrifying frost, freezing everything around.

Raising his left hand, soul fire erupted from orc corpses, glowing blue as he clenched his fist.

The floating soul fire exploded among the orc army.

The invisible shockwave swept through, seemingly harmless. Orcs ignored it and continued charging, but after a few steps, they collapsed.

Their souls extinguished, their bodies unscathed.

Monarch-level liches flew overhead, breaking the orc formation. Their domain powers killed countless orcs, transforming them into various undead creatures.

The battle was one-sided. Led by Arthas and the Monarch levels, the undead suffered no casualties. As time passed, the undead grew more adept at fighting.

For the first time, the orc leader felt fear. He couldn't believe such strange creatures existed in the world.

But under the influence of the orc priest, the orc leader quickly became frenzied, his fighting spirit overcoming his fear. With a roar, he grabbed his weapon and charged at Arthas.

He recognized Arthas as the leader, thinking that defeating him might kill the other creatures.

As orcs fell around him, watching his once-proud camp being destroyed was something he couldn't accept.

With all his rage, the orc leader swung his weapon at Arthas with all his might.

Bang!

A wall of bones appeared in front of him, and his full-force strike couldn't break through it!

As the orc leader's attack lost momentum, the bone shield dissipated, and countless bone spikes and ice shards pierced his body, causing him immense pain. He finally saw his opponent clearly.

It was a skeleton draped in a black robe.

From all directions, bone chains attacked, trying to bind him. The orc leader swung his weapon desperately, but the bones that pierced his body drained his life force, making him weaker.

He felt the power gap. He couldn't even get close, being firmly restrained. He was no match for this lich.

More and more bone chains pierced his body, eroding his life force.

The orc leader's movements slowed, his struggles futile. He felt death's call.

If he could turn back time, he would never have attacked those two castles.

Just then, a green barrier appeared, blocking the lich's fatal blow and saving the orc leader. It was the orc priest who had been hiding in the rear.

Two Monarch-level orcs quickly dragged their leader away, pulling out the bone spikes.

The orc leader, weak and nearly collapsing, had lost too much life force and couldn't fight anymore.

The hunched orc priest approached slowly. The orc leader was about to thank him, but the priest grabbed his head instead.

Chanting a spell, green energy flowed from the leader into the priest.

"Ahhh!"

The orc leader screamed in pain, struggling desperately, but to no avail. The two Monarch-level orcs held him down, leaving him powerless.

The priest's eyes turned white, glowing as he greedily absorbed the leader's energy. The leader's struggles weakened, his face aged, and he died, eyes wide open, glaring angrily at the priest who betrayed him.

But the orc priest wasn't satisfied, entering a frenzied state. He struck the ground with his staff, releasing a wave of green energy that swept across the battlefield.

The energy wave had no lethal effect on the undead, but the orcs it touched clutched their heads in agony, green energy pouring from their eyes, mouths, ears, and noses, all converging on the priest.

These orcs had all received his "blessing."

The remaining elderly and infirm orcs were quickly slaughtered by the undead.

The orc priest's aura grew stronger. He swung his staff, sending countless eerie green mist attacks in all directions, targeting the undead.

With a bang, the attacks exploded, killing the undead they touched, who didn't rise again.

The other Monarch-level orcs were astonished. This was the first time they had killed these creatures, giving them hope.

"The leader is dead! Avenge the leader! Fight for the honor of the orcs!"

A shout echoed across the battlefield.

The orcs on the outskirts, unaware that their leader was killed by the priest, charged at the undead in fury.

After testing his power, the orc priest decided to flee. He had a teleportation array ready in his tent, allowing him to leave quickly.

But just then, a long blade burning with black flames appeared in his sight. The priest hesitated, wanting to turn around, only to find Arthas, clad in deep blue armor, standing behind him, weapon in hand.