Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1336 - 915, Orcs Must Win

During the day, the combat power of the Blood Clan is affected.

Encountering the Orcs face-to-face, they actually do not have much of an advantage.

If it wasn’t for the presence of high-ranking troops like the Black Knights, it might be the Blood Clan who were captured.

Rolana thought for a moment, then said, "Notify them, the Scouts need not engage in direct combat, their main focus should be on gathering intelligence."

"Yes, my lord," the Black Knight responded, and quickly galloped away.

Meanwhile, the gaze of Fang Hao and the others

fell upon the three captives who were tightly bound and thrown on the ground.

Rolana glanced to the side.

Immediately, several Blood Clan soldiers came forward, lifted the three, and made them kneel on the ground.

Two Orcs, both bearing numerous injuries, glared angrily at them, while the other transmigrator, his eyes sweeping over Beata, Rolana, and the others.

His face was filled with fear and a hint of surprise.

Obviously, he had recognized the ranks of Beata, the Ice Dragon, and Rolana.

Orange, Dark Gold, Demigod.

For a regular transmigrator, this was indeed a lineup of the highest powers.

Fang Hao looked at the three, and just as he was about to speak, the transmigrator shouted first, "Don’t kill me, I’m not an Orc, I was just forced to join the army, please don’t kill me …."

"Shut up, you weakling."

"Shut your mouth, or else I’ll kill you…"

The two Orcs roared angrily one after another, scaring the transmigrator who shrank his neck.

Rolana waved her hand, and a soldier beside her swung the hilt of his sword and smashed it on the Orc’s mouth.

The protruding fangs broke, and his mouth began to spew fresh blood incessantly.

Once it quieted down, Fang Hao looked at the transmigrator and asked, "You don’t want to die?"

"I don’t, I don’t!" the transmigrator said while kneeling and inching forward, his face filled with the desire to live.

Fang Hao nodded, saying, "I will ask you some things I know, and things I don’t know. If you answer to my satisfaction, I won’t kill you, but if I find any discrepancies with what I know, your end will be extremely miserable."

The transmigrator shivered, "Yes, yes, I will definitely answer truthfully."

"Does the city have a garrison?"

"There are many, at least fifty to sixty thousand," the transmigrator answered.

"Does the number you mentioned include the transmigrator’s army?"

"It includes, it includes."

Fang Hao nodded, which was not too far off from the intelligence Rolana had, which was more than fifty thousand.

Then he continued to ask, "Who is the highest-ranked hero in the city?"

"I, I only know of whom I’ve seen, called ’Savage Butcher,’ who is an orange hero wielding two one-handed axes," the transmigrator answered.

Whoo, whoo, whoo!!

Hearing this, the two Orc captives began angrily howling toward them, making a whooing noise in their mouths.

"Is there a Demigod inside?" Fang Hao continued asking.

"Did not see any."

"Are there any Priest clergy?"

"Haven’t seen any, but I heard, the Orcs are planning reinforcements, and things like Priests are on their way. I haven’t seen any in the city."

Fang Hao nodded, glanced at Rolana, seeing she had nothing else to ask.

He then directly said, "Kill the two Orcs, and detain this man first."

"Yes!"

The Blood Clan soldiers acted and took the transmigrator away, while the two Orcs’ heads were chopped off on the spot.

The intelligence provided by the transmigrator was, in fact, much like what he had envisaged.

The Yellow Bull Demigod had just died two or three days ago, and the Orcs had not yet had time to summon a new hero to preside over things.

They hadn’t even had the time to prepare thoroughly.

Even if there were up to seventy thousand troops in the city, without a Demigod, they simply couldn’t hold the city.

As for the presence of the God of Orc, it was not likely in the city either.

Not to mention that the believers capable of invoking a divine presence were limited, even if there were believers, just one God’s arrival couldn’t defend the_city.

Thus, he considered the transmigrator’s intelligence to be reliable.

At least, the Orcs hadn’t had time yet to send a higher-ranked hero.

"How shall we attack?" Rolana asked.

Fang Hao said, "Follow your plan, without a Demigod, you’ll win no matter how you fight."

Rolana nodded, then turned to the side and said, "Bring over the mines."

…

High atop the city walls, the Orcs were bustling about, dismantling the buildings within the city, moving stones and logs up onto the wall.

The number of Undead was too large, once the fighting started.

The small stones prepared earlier were simply not enough.

A tall Orc chief, wearing a middle coat, with two battle axes hanging on his back, stood on the city wall, watching the slowly approaching Undead army while loudly urging the panicked soldiers.

Despite having experienced many battles, the number of incoming Undead still instilled a sense of crisis in him.

"Chieftain Savage Butcher, there is talk below that this army has killed the ’Gabriel’ Demigod," a confidant reported in haste, quietly.

Orcs are warlike, but they are not foolish.

Naturally, they wouldn’t simply go to their deaths.

The situation was clearly not right, and with various rumors abounding recently,

morale was already falling, and there was unrest among the troops even before the battle had begun.

Upon hearing this, the Orc chieftain’s expression instantly turned cold.

What he detested most at such times were those who spread rumors and undermined morale.

With a fierce glare and a cold voice, he said, "Damn it, take your men, find those who are speaking nonsense, and on the spot…"

Before he could finish his sentence, whoosh—a curtain seemed to have been drawn in the sky above the city.

In the blink of an eye, it turned from day to night.

Inside the city, visibility was reduced to less than five fingers, and sounds of shouting, objects dropping, and bumping noises emerged from all around.

The Orc chief felt a bad premonition rising in his heart instantly.

It seems that there really were formidable enemies in the Blood Clan’s army.

Otherwise, with the strength of a normal hero, who could turn day into night?

The Orc chieftain, shocked in his heart, but still never forgot his duty, shouted loudly, "Light the torches, bring out all the Nightstones from the buildings, quickly!"

Just as the order was issued, a faint whistling sound of breaking through the air came from the sky.

Air attack?

With so many Dragon-Type Troops on the enemy’s side, if he were them, he would also use the Wyverns in the first round to gain the advantage.

"Damn it, let the lookout tower fire the flare!"

"Signal tower, fire the flare…" The messengers passed the command from one to another, towards the lookout tower.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!

Then, a series of sharp sounds rang out.

Several flares shot up into the sky.

Crack, crack, crack!!

The flares burst overhead, illuminating a large swath of the sky.

Under the orange-yellow light, a mass of Double-headed Dragons, like a migrating flock of swallows, flew overhead maintaining their height.

These Double-headed Dragons, naturally black in color, were very difficult to see in the night.

The sheer number had reached a terrifying extent.

Such a shocking scene, even the most brave and fierce Orcs felt an unstoppable sense of dread inside them at this moment.

This was simply not something they could defeat.

The rumors before, that this army had killed the Demigod Gabriel, must be true.

It has to be!

The Orc chieftain, the first to react.

He yelled loudly: "Anti-air crossbows, archers, attack for your lives, anyone who doesn’t want to die attack."

Clang clang!

Before the archers could attack, several cylindrical objects fell from the sky.

They clanged on everyone’s heads and bodies, then rolled all over the ground.

The Orc chieftain picked one up in confusion.

Upon seeing the white smoke emerging from one end.

He cursed, "Damn…"

Boom, boom!

The explosion that shattered the heavens and earth resounded through the city.

The sturdy fortress, like a box filled with gunpowder, flashed brightly amidst the booming explosions.

The horrifying sound of explosions continuously covered the whole city.

The explosions lasted for about five to six minutes,

When the sound of the explosions ceased, the smoke rose like a giant wave, rushing into the sky from above the city.

It was much later that painful moans began to rise from within the smoke.

The tall Orc chieftain struggled to stand up from the ground.

Turning to look back at the city, shrouded in smoke and flames, he shook his dazed head and shouted loudly, "The reinforcements are on their way, as long as we hold on, we can defeat those damned Blood Clan."

His shout spread rapidly.

Giving the nearby Orc soldiers, who had luckily survived, a glimmer of hope.

If there really were reinforcements, there was still hope to persevere, to survive.

Morale slightly recovered, some Orcs who could still move, stood up from the rubble and began to look for their equipment.

The Orc chieftain saw his words had effect.

He looked back at the outside of the city.

Recalling the words of the God of Orc Priest, he continued to loudly motivate, "Every challenge is a test for ourselves, the glory of the War God will protect his followers, Orcs will achieve the final victory amidst the war flames."

Roar!!

The Orc soldiers, following him, raised their weapons and shouted.

Morale and fighting spirit began soaring again.

"Pick up your weapons, climb the city walls…"

Just as the Orc chieftain continued to wave his arms and cheer the soldiers on.

The dim sky suddenly flashed with a blood-red light.

In the eyes of all Orcs below, a dazzling Blood Spear shot from afar through the air.

As if piercing through the sky, it came from above.

Pfft!

A clear sound rang out.

The Blood Spear directly pierced through the chest of the Orc chieftain, leaving a terrifying hole.

The wound began to rot, shattered organs mixed with fresh blood flowed outward.

The Orc chieftain turned his head back in horror, looking at the distant sky.

A faint figure could be seen, flying towards here.

Thump!

The Orc chieftain fell heavily to the ground, dead.

The entire city instantly quieted down, only the wounded issued painful moans.

The Orc soldiers who had their spirits high just a moment ago now stood dumbfounded.

Their eyes widened, filled with terror.

A robust, physically imposing Orc hero, just died like this?

The War God’s blessing, Orcs unbeaten?

Just like that, killed by someone?

The contrast came too fast, making all those who survived somewhat unable to react.

And at this moment.

A woman with Bat Wings unfolded, wearing a mask, slowly landed on the city wall.

With one foot on the body of the Orc chieftain, she scanned the bewildered Orcs below.

She spoke coldly, "Alright, lay down your weapons, and you may avoid death."

Then, dense Double-Headed Corpse Dragons also followed, landing all over the city walls.

Their fierce heads, overlooking the area below.