Chapter 270: The arrival of the Orc King

Seeing that the subjugated races were nearly wiped out, the seven race kings knew it was time to show the orcs the harsh reality."Silverscale Leviathans, commence action! Deploy the troops!"

With Arthas's command, the Silverscale Leviathans in the sky began to move. This time, they weren't carrying ordinary undead.

The charging orcs suddenly noticed a massive shadow blocking out the sun. Many orcs stopped and looked up curiously.

In the sky, a gigantic creature was descending, its deck packed with some kind of beings. As they leaped off the Silverscale Leviathans, small black dots rapidly grew larger.

Boom!

One of them landed heavily on the ground, causing a tremor. Before the surrounding orcs could react, a massive bone blade swept across the battlefield, instantly slicing five or six orcs in half.

These creatures stood 20 feet tall, their bodies composed of thick, black-glowing skeletons. They dragged enormous bone blades that looked incredibly heavy.

The orcs, standing just over 7 feet tall, barely reached the knees of these skeletal giants.

These undead were the Skeletal Demons, the highest form of Skeleton Soldiers, preloaded onto the Silverscale Leviathans!

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of heavy landings echoed as countless Skeletal Demons descended from the sky, sweeping through the orcs around them.

In an instant, the battlefield, once dominated by smaller undead, was now dotted with thousands of towering Skeletal Demons, making the orcs feel like they were facing giants.

The orcs had never seen such creatures before, let alone imagined that the undead could have such colossal beings.

But it wasn't over yet. Several massive magic circles appeared on the ground, and from them emerged zombie titans standing nearly 100 feet tall!

Some glowed with fiery red magical runes, others with icy blue ones. Their enormous fists pounded the ground, creating massive craters and unleashing explosive shockwaves that instantly killed hundreds of orcs.

In front of the zombie titans, even the Skeletal Demons seemed small, let alone the orcs.

The orcs were stunned. This was terrifying—how could there be such enormous creatures?

Could they even be killed?

Even with the help of potions that could kill undead, facing the Skeletal Demons might be possible with sheer numbers and encirclement.

But what about the zombie titans? Their size and strength were overwhelming. Perhaps only Monarch levels could take them down?

The moment the orcs saw the zombie titans, they felt an insurmountable fear, even though these zombie titans were only Commanding level.

The sheer size of the zombie titans shattered their mental defenses, and the battlefield began to turn once more.

The orc army continued to pour through the portal, their numbers swelling to 198,000, nearing 200,000, while the undead army remained at 95,000.

The undead losses had become negligible, while the orc losses continued to mount.

Another ten minutes passed, and the flow of orcs from the portal finally stopped. The 200,000-strong orc army was fully assembled, but the battlefield was a gruesome sight, with heavy orc casualties.

The portal's shimmering membrane rippled again, and the leaders of the orc camps, along with their Monarch level elites, emerged.

From twenty orc camps, over a hundred Monarch level orcs gathered, standing respectfully on either side of the portal.

They were awaiting their king!

As the portal shimmered once more, a towering orc figure stepped through, wielding a giant axe and bearing a massive scar across his face. His presence exuded an unmatched aura of power.

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The Orc King stood taller than any other orc, bare-chested with his animal skin clothing tied around his waist. He glared at Gemini City in the distance.

Seeing the countless orc corpses on the ground and realizing that the combined might of the orc empire was still struggling against the enemy, he was furious.

Without a word, the Orc King swung his giant axe, unleashing a green axe light that swept across the battlefield.

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All the zombie titans on the battlefield were instantly slain by the Orc King's attack.

But the axe light didn't stop there; it continued, striking Gemini City's shield.

In an instant, the shield shattered.

Boom!

A massive crack appeared on the wall, and even the seven race kings on the wall felt the intense tremor.

The Orc King's single attack had killed all the zombie titans, shattered the city's shield, and caused a huge crack in the wall!

Was this the power of a King level?

The seven race kings were shaken by the terrifying attack.

With the Orc King's arrival, the orcs completely overwhelmed the undead. The presence of over a hundred Monarch level orcs nullified the undead's advantage.

"Implement the second plan. Kill as many orcs as possible to provide experience for our great queen!"

Arthas immediately abandoned the idea of fighting the Orc King. His hundred Monarch-level subordinates were not just for show. These Monarch-levels came from twenty different orc camps, and each camp leader was undoubtedly a high-level Monarch. Killing these Monarch-level undead and then surrounding the Orc King wouldn't be easy.

Moreover, with the Orc King on the battlefield, he wouldn't just stand by and watch his Monarch level orcs get killed.

"For the Esteemed Queen, to battle!"

With Arthas's command, the hundred Monarch level undead on the wall leaped down, charging at the orc army below.

The undead air force also took to the skies, tens of thousands of bone dragons and ghost dragons darkening the sky, sweeping across the battlefield.

Following them were countless gargoyles, Destroyers, Ethereal Wraiths, Liches, and Necromancers.

All the undead poured out, determined to take the enemy down with them, not allowing the orcs to get within a step of Gemini City's gates.

The Orc King had been closely monitoring the battlefield. He hadn't expected the undead to have such reserves, nor had he anticipated the presence of over a hundred Monarch level undead and 100,000 undead air force within the city.

The Orc King was pleased with his decision to come. If he hadn't, the orcs might not have been able to defeat these undead.

"For the glory of the orcs, charge!"

The Orc King raised his battle axe and roared, and the hundred Monarch level orcs charged into the battlefield.

With the Orc King's roar, all the orcs were invigorated. Those who hadn't used their potions now did so, their combat power surging as they charged at the undead.

The Orc King, wielding his giant axe, also charged into the fray, moving even faster than the Monarch level orcs.

The Orc King ruled the orc empire through his strength and his invincible presence on the battlefield.

The orcs revered strength and power, unlike other races whose kings stayed in the rear, waiting for the right moment or commanding from afar.

The Orc King's reputation was built on bloodshed. On the battlefield, he was fiercer than any orc, never retreating.