Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 851: The fear of the undead

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"Roar--"

There was a huge roar in the sky. It was the orc's two-footed dragon knight. At this time, he had reached the sky above the valley, and the terrifying aura stopped the two sides still fighting in the valley.

"The Orc... is the Orc..."

"The orcs are coming..."

"Run..."

The appearance of the orcs caused panic among the undead. They fled in all directions, screaming, as if the end was coming.

The bipedal dragon is more than one hundred meters long, and its body is about the same size as an ordinary dragon, but unlike the dragon, its long wings are connected to the claws on its arms, and it rides on its back. The hideous orc cast a huge black shadow in the air, and the roar echoed through every corner of the valley.

Looking at the two-footed giant dragon in the sky, Ron smiled coldly, grabbed his right hand, and the powerful soul power quickly condensed, and soon turned into a white bone spear.

"The Spear of Death!"

Ron snorted coldly, and projected the spear of death against the two-footed dragon in the sky, and the spear of death rose into the air like an arrow...

"Boom..."

The two-legged dragon in the sky let out a scream, and then fell like a broken line kite.

"Master Osama, look!"

Shaq pointed at the two-footed dragon falling in the sky and roared loudly, "They killed our two-footed dragon knight!"

The muscles on Osama's face twitched fiercely. His face was full of anger. The training of the bipedal dragon knight is not easy. It is an extremely excellent and rare unit. I brought two of them for reconnaissance, and I broke one at the beginning. How could he not be angry?

However, apart from anger, Osama was a little surprised. When did the undead have such courage? Slaughtered his two-footed dragon without a sound, it stands to reason that these undead should tremble in front of the powerful two-footed dragon.

"The whole army speed up, I want to screw down all the heads of these undead before dark!" Osama's face sank like water, and he spoke as if word by word popped out of his teeth.

"Roar--" A terrifying roar erupted from the crowd of beasts. They held their weapons high and slapped their chests constantly...

……

"How is it?"

Ron turned around and said to Cronia.

"Guru..." A sound.

Cronia seemed to hear the sound of her swallowing saliva. In an instant, a giant two-footed dragon from God's Domain was killed in seconds. This surprised her too much, and what shocked her was Ron Hao. Do not hesitate and kill mercilessly.

"I...I agree!"

Cronia took a deep breath and gave Ron a meaningful look, "But you have to let me go first..."

The orc army marched in mightily, and soon came to the bottom of the sunset mountain valley. Across the valley, you could see the orc flag flying in the wind under the valley. It was a huge wolf head.

Orc Frostwolf Legion!

Ron's eyes gradually solidified, even if he was close at hand, he could feel the strong killing intent in his heart.

The main plane of the undead belongs to the undead, and when these overbearing orc boots stepped on the land of the undead, Ron felt shame in his heart, a deep shame.

Ron carefully looked at the orcs in the valley and found that these orcs are different from the orcs of Noah. They are taller and stronger than the orcs of Noah, and they are more powerful. To be precise , They are closer to "beasts" than "people".

But some things are the same. These orcs are tough, rude, greedy, cunning, and cruel, just like wild wolves on the prairie, full of aggressiveness.

Five thousand orcs, lined up in the valley, caused a momentum far beyond 20,000 undead. This is a well-equipped main battle army, infantry, cavalry, catapult, two-footed dragon, and even Tauren warriors, these powerful orc units appeared in the Sunset Mountains, causing a huge panic to the undead. Although their numbers are small, they can display the most powerful combat effectiveness.

Be closer, Ron could even see the contempt on the faces of these orcs. In the eyes of these orcs, these weak undead were not worth mentioning, and some even thought that Osama was making a fuss.

On the other hand, when Ron’s eyes fell on Croonia and Heind’s body, he saw fear, deep fear, including the White brothers and sisters who were also pale, Ron could even feel Until their legs trembled slightly.

"Are you afraid?" Ron asked, taking a deep breath.

"No... we... are not afraid... Lord Lich King!"

The White brothers and sisters said with trembling voices, when Ron took out the legendary Scourge Scepter, they had confirmed Ron's identity and determined to follow.

Cronia and Heind are also smiling, but their smiles are a little unnatural. If Ron’s powerful strength were not for the pressure, they would have turned around and left. No one knows better than Cronia. The terrible orcs.

Only more than two hundred orcs can chase nearly ten thousand undead, five thousand orcs are elite, that is enough to sweep the entire Hokan area, the sunset mountains are not far from the forgotten city, the shadow thieves and the Frostwolf Legion There are also conflicts, but Croonia always loses more than wins.

Cronia took a deep breath, "Your Excellency the Lich King, do we really want to fight?"

"What do you mean?" Ron's eyes condensed and stared at her, as long as she said a "no" word, immediately killed.

It seems that Ron’s killing intent was felt, and Cronia's heart shuddered, and immediately lowered her head, "Respected Lich King, I am not questioning your orders, but the orcs are strong. We should retreat to the valley and use the terrain. Kill them with the Ghost Tower."

"No!"

Ron shook his head and rejected Croonia's suggestion. He pondered for a moment and made a decision that was unexpected.

"Char!" Ron turned his head and said to Char, "You lead five thousand undead to fight, teach them a lesson!"

"Five thousand?"

When Croonia heard it, she couldn’t believe her ears. What the five thousand undead would do to five thousand orcs can be figured out by thinking about it with her toes, relying on favorable terrain such as valleys and ghost towers to fight the orcs. Not necessarily able to win, this guy actually caused Char's 5,000 undead and the orcs to face each other?

Insane, he must be crazy...Cronia thought sadly in her heart.

"Yes!"

Compared with Cronia, Char does not have much fear of the orcs. On the plane of Noah, the orcs have no interest in resisting the natural disaster church at all. On the contrary, she only feels that the five thousand undead are real. A bit too much.

Xia did not talk nonsense. She led five thousand undead to the valley below. Among these five thousand undead, there were more than one thousand people from Deathstroke Town, and more than four thousand undead came from the shadow thieves group.

"God... a lot of orcs!"

"Are we really going to fight these orcs?"

"It is impossible to win!"

Looking at the five thousand orcs standing in front of each other, the undead seemed to feel that they didn't even own their feet, and a look of fear appeared on everyone's faces.

Xia Ya rode a nightmare beast, with traces of the battle still remaining on her body. She faced the more than five thousand orcs lined up, her face as calm as ever.

Perhaps I felt Xia’s calmness, and the more than five thousand tumultuous undead calmed down.

Ron also held his breath and stared at the situation down the mountain. It is now a fair battle, five thousand undead versus five thousand orcs. He made this decision not based on a stupid idea, but he wants to see the undead clearly. Real combat power.

"They came out!"

"Damn... I have the courage to come out!"

"Damn the undead!"

The orc army, which was about to attack the valley, suddenly saw the undead surging out of the valley and shouted angrily.

"Interesting!"

Osama was stunned for a moment, and then smiled gloomily. Since the decline of the Scourge for one hundred thousand years, the undead has no record of confronting the orcs, no matter how many people they have.

What made them find the courage they once lost? This is a question worth pondering.

However, Osama didn't think deeply about this issue. He didn't put the undead in his eyes at all. He smiled coldly, waved his hand suddenly, and made a gesture.

"Kill!"