Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1349 - 923, The Army Presses the City_3

Chapter 1349 -923, The Army Presses the City_3

The Double-Headed Corpse Dragon, now riddled with arrows like a porcupine, kept plummeting from the sky and smashing into the city.

And including the Green Dragon, more dragons were already nearing the city walls.

Roar!!

A sweep of green Dragon Breath passed over the city walls.

Unlike the blazing Dragon Breath, the green one was more like viscous poison.

It enveloped the Orcs on the city walls, the poison beginning to corrode armor and flesh alike, the latter melting like hot wax and starting to drip off. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

The engulfed Orcs did not die instantly but frantically tried to scoop up their sloughing flesh in a bid to reattach it to themselves.

In their relentless struggle, even their bones dissolved into a puddle of blood.

The city walls’ sturdy stones were eroded into large craters, with remnants of the green thick liquid constantly bubbling.

More and more dragons thrust into the city.

Dragon Breath rampaged through the city, wreaking havoc without regard for the cost, throwing the city’s rhythm into chaos.

Outside the city walls, the Undead army drew increasingly close.

Three hundred meters away, the Magic Power cannons mounted on Mammoths began to charge.

Boom Boom!!

The cannon fire, like beams of light, struck the closed city gates.

A violent explosion ensued, causing the entire city wall to sway severely.

Infantry began their siege.

…

Beast King’s hall.

Two Orc guards rushed into the hall at a quick pace.

They yelled, “A large number of undead troops and war machines have appeared outside the four city walls and have begun their siege!”

All the Orcs present were taken aback.

It wasn’t just the Dragon Clan’s troops, but also an undead army and war machines.

Such immense hatred towards the Orcs?

Why would they appear directly at the main city?

“How many are there?”

Upon a roughly carved throne sat a towering Orc clad in iron-grey, heavy armor.

With a gaping maw and tusk-like teeth, and red skin.

Nearly five meters tall, he appeared more like a demon depicted in storybooks.

[Warflame Maldiths].

The Demigod leader of the Orc Clan, the Demigod Orc King.

“The reported number from the front lines is nearing a million…”

Whoosh!

In that moment, the hall erupted into noise.

An army of a million…

How could this be possible.

Whether undead or any other major power, attempting to mobilize a million-strong force would surely have leaked some information.

How is it possible that such an army suddenly appeared?

It’s as if… as if reminiscent of the demonic invasion of times past.

Suddenly appearing in this land.

The Orc King gave no indication of his stance amidst the noise below, his blood-red eyes slightly closing as he pondered.

Others might be clueless, but he was privy to some information.

The previous battle at Black Wind Castle also involved a large number of Wyverns and Skeletons.

This inevitably led to the association of both incidents.

It seems that this was the Blood Clan’s army.

After pondering for a moment, the Orc King opened his eyes.

He stated directly, “Go to the Temple, request the Priest’s intervention…”

“Yes.”

The guard quickly departed, heading in the direction of the Temple.

Meanwhile, in the corner’s shadow, a figure as dark as ink swiftly blended into the guard’s shadow, following towards the Temple.

Orc City was in chaos, with relentless combat in the distance, and various corpses falling from the sky.

The guard did not stop his pace, passing through rows of buildings.

Heading straight for the temple.

Inside the grand hall, dimly lit, several Priests in long robes stood.

They too gazed curiously at the chaotic battle outside.

For so many years, there hadn’t been an incident of an enemy attacking the main city.

“What’s the matter?” A Priest with an elderly face within the grand hall inquired softly.

He wore a white robe adorned with purple and gold embroideries.

Holding a brown wooden staff, its tip a faceted blue gemstone, resembling a short-handled spear.

“Honored Priest, the Undead and Dragon Clans are attacking the main city, the Beast King requests your presence…”

“Alright, I understand. Go back and tell the Beast King that I will ask our Father God to protect the main city,” the old Priest said.

The guard saluted once again and departed.

Once the guard left, the old Priest knelt devoutly before the grand statue, mumbling prayers in an attempt to communicate with the great Father God.

At that moment, the shadow behind him gradually solidified.

Forming the silhouette of a human woman, dagger in hand, she struck towards the old Priest’s neck.