Chapter 281: Cape of Blood

The southern forest has always been very lively, with wolf roar, bird song, ape cry, tiger roar, etc. one after another, but in this area of ​​the South China Sea Cape, all these activities belong to the past tense. Today's forest is just like a graveyard.
No matter where the undead passed, or the place where the orcs lurked, it was silent,
"Your Majesty, a large number of undead appeared ten kilometers ahead, including high-level undead and ordinary undead, and they have also come towards the cape." The scout brought back bad news.
"Have you seen the fleet at sea?" Thorg asked softly, standing leaning against a big tree, holding the battle axe tightly, and staring at the silent dense forest ahead.
"Not yet." An anxious look appeared on the scout's face. The distance between them and the undead was only ten kilometers. This is not a distance at all. Both parties can meet in less than an hour.
In other words, if the fleet does not appear after an hour, then their orcs will have to fight the undead. At that time, the damage will be immeasurable, and even the entire army may be wiped out.
Every orc felt uneasy, and Thorge was the same, but he was the orc king. Although he was extremely anxious, his face remained silent and still very calm.
"The fleet will be there." Thorg said indifferently, then turned his head and said to the confidant Antlers beside him: "Give my order and prepare to fight."
Seeing the antlers flying in the crowd to pass orders, Thorg tried hard to calm himself down.
Half an hour ago, he released the little Jinglong, and until now, the little Jinglong has not been found, let alone sent back information. The Terran fleet became ethereal and void. It seems to disappear in general.
Time passed little by little. Thorge's heart became more and more anxious, and more and more desperate.
"Have I been tricked by Rollin? Is that guy always lie to me and lead me to a decisive battle with the undead?" Such doubts appeared in Thorg's heart.
It is not unreasonable for him to think so. If there is a battle with the high-level undead army in front of him at this time, the two sides will definitely be the result of both sides.
After World War I, the orcs will be annihilated, perhaps some lucky orcs will escape, and perhaps some half-orcs will grow up. But as a race, the orcs will perish in this land.
The undead will also be maimed, which directly weakens a large part of the power of the undead, and the pressure of the undead on the northern Davik fortress will be much reduced.
In this way, the orcs have already played a role in containing the undead, and then Luo Lin should bring his fleet over and burn the orcs' corpses to prevent the orcs from becoming undead, and then fly away, and the human race will watch from the side during the whole process. It easily weakened the power of the undead.
Thinking of this, Thorg felt cold in his heart. I couldn't help sweating on my forehead.
Yes, this is not impossible, it is very possible. With the cunning nature of the human race, why can't they do it?
Thorg really wanted to take his tribe to retreat immediately, but he knew that it was impossible, everything was too late, now retreating, the orcs were exhausted, and when the undead caught up, it was immediately a massacre.
Therefore, even if he knew that he was about to face a conspiracy, Thorg still had no choice but to stand on his head.
When things reached this point, he had nowhere to go, and could only grit his teeth and insist on it.
His order has been given to every orc warrior, Thorg raised the battle axe in his hand and said solemnly, "Warriors, go forward!"
Everything was just Thorge's guess. Deep down, he still held hope. He believed that Rollin would fulfill his promise.
Ahead is the South China Sea Cape. 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 accelerate, and the women and half-orc babies were left behind, protected by a team of thousand orcs, waiting for the opportunity to board the ship.
Before leaving, Thorg saw his human wife. She was standing next to a big tree, staring at him blankly with light blue eyes. He couldn't tell whether the emotions in these eyes were disgust or nostalgia.
Thorg glanced at her deeply, sighed in his heart, then turned around and rushed into the dense forest with the orc warriors.
The "chachacha" the orcs were moving fast in the dense forest, and Thorg's heart was filled with an indescribable sadness.
As the orc king, he failed to lead his tribe to prosperity, but took them to death, and he could not reverse this situation with his best efforts. Now he has to work hard with the undead and is about to annihilate the dead, which is really a step away. Wrong, all lose.
The South China Sea Cape is in front. The sea here is deep blue, and there is no entangled rotting tree roots underwater. It is a natural harbor.
At this time, Thorg didn't care about hiding, and shouted: "Warriors, charge!"
The orc warrior also roared: "Kill!"
Almost at the same time, Thorg saw a lot of movement suddenly appear in the woods on the opposite side of the cape, with black gas evaporating, and where the black gas passed, the trees became dry, withered, and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then Thorge saw his opponent.
There are countless undead, the sea of ​​skulls and skeletons all over the mountains and plains, there are ordinary skeletons, there are bodies still attached to flesh and blood, and the whole body is black, and the eyes are blue. They are mixed together, and they are also rushing toward the cape.
Thorg also saw the undead commander. It was a tall undead wearing a black armor and holding a two-handed sword. The black air around his body was burning like flames, and the ground around his body was constantly covered with dead branches. It was lit, and a black smokeless spark appeared. There were more than 30 high-level undead surrounding him, and the aura on his body was also huge.
But he didn't notice the weird guy standing next to Innocent. This person didn't have the slightest breath of death in his whole body. He just stood motionless, looking like an ordinary undead, without attracting attention.
Thorge didn't have time to observe carefully, and with just one glance, the orcs and the undead who rushed to the forward had already collided with each other.
In an instant, with spattering flesh and blood on one side and flying bone fragments on the other, the power of the living and the magic of the dead were entangled. Compose cruel and war movements.
Thorg did not rush to fight. He first watched the battle calmly. Less than half a minute after watching it, the pain in his heart made him wailing.
His orc warriors are very powerful, but the number of opponents is too much. Countless ordinary undeads are desperately blocking the orc warriors' footsteps. When the warriors are exhausted, the high-level undead will rush forward and take them easily. The life of a warrior.
At this instant of confrontation, the orcs died in countless battles. However, there were very few high-level undead being beheaded.
This is not a battle of balance at all, it is a massacre.
At this time it was over 11 o'clock in the morning, but there was still no shadow of the fleet on the sea. Thorg was completely desperate, roaring angrily, brandishing a battle axe, and desperately rushing towards the opponent's commander.
Ordinary undead wanted to step forward to block them, and Thorg ignored them, only smashing them all the way, and the strength of his body alone was enough to crush these skeletons. A high-level undead rushed forward to stop him, and Thorg swung his axe down. Go down with an axe and directly split the body of the undead into pieces.
Surrounded by many orc warriors, they followed the orc king forward, killing all the way, nailed into the undead array like a wedge, and rushed in quickly.
Undead Marshal Innocent saw Thorg, he sneered, holding his two-handed sword high, and pointed towards Thorg. A large number of ordinary undead rushed towards Thorg. They used their bodies as shields to block them densely. Ergo's way forward.
If it were ten and twenty undead, Thorg could disperse them completely regardless, and his orc warriors could barely keep up with him.
But now, there are hundreds of ordinary skeletons rushing into them! The road ahead is white, full of skulls, and there is no way to see the ground.
Thorg felt the pressure increased, and he felt like he was trapped in a quagmire. The orc guards beside him finally couldn't stand it, and kept falling down, and the number decreased rapidly.
The screaming sound of gargoyles came from the sky, and they swooped continuously, attacking Thorg from the sky. The speed and power of the gargoyles are so powerful that Thorg had to be distracted to deal with their attacks.
Finally, a high-level undead broke through Thorg's defense, leaving a scar on him.
With the first path, there is the second path, and the third path. Almost every step Thorge takes, he has an extra wound on his body. Although it is not fatal, the death magic is constantly invading, the blood is constantly losing, and his power is slowing down. Fading slowly.
At this time, he only rushed half the distance. The undead commander was still more than a hundred meters away. If in normal times, Thorge could cross this distance in a few vertical jumps, but now, the opponent looks far away. , Out of reach.
"It seems that I am going to die here today." Sorge sighed in his heart, and then instinctively glanced at the sea.
At this look, his eyes suddenly lit up, because he saw black spots appearing on the sea, and a large number of black spots were sea ships!
The Terran fleet is here!
"Woo~" A desolate horn sounded from afar, and Thorg had no time to think about those that were missing. He only felt that the whole world was brightened up, his whole body was full of strength, and he roared wildly: "Warriors , Our support is here, kill!"
The orc warriors were also very energetic~EbookFREE.me~ The morale of the originally sluggish quickly recovered, one by one began to roar, desperately rushing to kill the enemy.
Innocent also saw the fleet, he smiled, made a scream, and then pointed his sword towards the fleet.
All the gargoyles in the sky flew to the fleet. There are two hundred gargoyles, which is a force that is not to be underestimated.
Innocent believes that as long as the gargoyle blocks the fleet for half an hour, all these orcs will be finished!
As the commander of the undead, he knows the power of the gargoyle very well, so he is very confident. Today, he will definitely keep all the orcs in this cape!
At this time, Morrovogan, who had been silent by his side, suddenly appeared surprised: "Huh?"
"What's wrong?" Innocent was a little strange.
"I said who is so bold, it turned out that it was him, who came just right!" A smile appeared on Morrovogan's pale face. (To be continued...)
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