Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 601: Chapter 459, The Final Battle_2

The city gate was flung open, and the army flooded into the city like a burst dam, launching attacks on all the living creatures within.

Meanwhile, Krat and others had established a defensive perimeter in the heart of the city, making their final stand.

They had managed to snatch a brief respite.

…

In the heart of Tasgo City.

Various items had been piled up to form a makeshift fortress. All the orcs were gathered there, preparing to endure the final assault.

At this moment, a lot of them were already filled with regret.

If they had known it would come to this, they should have heeded ‘Rhesa’ and surrendered.

Though the words of the undead couldn’t be fully trusted, at least they seemed to offer a chance of survival.

“Hold your ground, we haven’t lost yet,” Krat’s deep voice echoed once more.

All the soldiers stayed silent, a profound stillness settling over the scene.

The only noises were the anguished groans of the wounded being treated.

They were all too aware that if the city walls hadn’t managed to repel the undead’s assault, how could this small, makeshift barricade hold back the marching undead army?

On the right side of the Orc army, the Shadow Moon Tribe was gathered.

Chieftain Leitoz was quietly instructing his tribesmen to obey his commands during the battle. If the fortress should fall, they should not break out of their formation and stay close to him.

Having finished instructing his tribesmen, Leitoz brought a warrior that was fully armored to his side and murmured,” Don’t forget our agreement. It was your father who abandoned you. I saved you.”

“I know, but I can’t promise how it would pan out,” came a female voice from beneath the helm.

Before the retreat, Leitoz had Rhesa and two others disguised as deceased soldiers, blending into the crowd and withdrawing here.

Seeing that the course of the battle was irreversible and that the orcs’ defeat was only a matter of time, Rhesa became Leitoz’s last hand to play.

“If I and my tribesmen survive, I can promise you that the Shadow Moon Tribe will welcome you as a member and will never abandon you,” Leitoz vowed earnestly.

It was not uncommon for a tribe to accept people from outside tribes as members.

Usually, these outsiders possessed strength or special skills that could bring benefits to the tribe. They would be given the status and the same treatment as the other tribal members by the chieftain.

Great Commander Mashak had also joined the Blackstone Tribe as a member because of his heroic status.

Leitoz saying such a thing now represented that if the Shadow Moon Tribe were to survive, they would stand behind her.

“I’ll keep my promise,” Rhesa responded calmly.

“Good,” Leitoz nodded.

A bustling sound of footsteps began to echo around the makeshift barricade.

…

A large group of undead began to appear from all directions.

They quickly formed another circle, trapping all the orcs in the middle.

Krat and his companions wore grim expressions, their bodies slightly crouched, hands gripping their weapons tightly, ready for the final battle.

With the number of remaining orcs limited and no additional reinforcement, they knew they had become lambs to the slaughter. The only question now was how many undead they could take down with them.

The skeletons, holding their shields in front of their bodies to form a sturdy line of defense, did not launch an attack immediately.

Just when everyone was speculating about what tricks the undead had up their sleeves, a path appeared in the ranks of the skeleton army, and a Tauren strode out quickly.

He arrived in the middle of the battlefield and roared loudly, “Orc brothers, this war was provoked by the Blackstone Tribe, they besieged our camps, seized our mines, we retaliated. My lord realizes that most of you are innocent, and as long as you put down your weapons and surrender, we promise…”

Whoosh!

In the middle of his speech, he was suddenly struck down by an arrow.

Although he wore plate armor, the Tauren was still hit in the chest. He clutched his chest, moaned in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone’s eyes instantly turned towards the Orc Tribe, only to see Krat, his face grim, holding his bow.

Under all the eyes on him, Krat bellowed, “Don’t believe their words! How could the undead let us live! Only by sticking together do we have a chance of surviving!”

“Yes, we must unite! Don’t be fooled. They are undead!” Blackstone clan leader Andras echoed loudly.

The two roared out their defiance, but silence prevailed among the orcs.

Actually, the words of the undead seemed somewhat credible.

Forget about this moment, the fact that the undead chose to negotiate while in a superior position and the presence of a Tauren in the undead army implied that they were accepting of orcs.

But when the Undead allowed for surrender for the second time, Krat still shot an arrow at them.

Directly squashing their conditions for surrender.

The injured Tauren was dragged back to the rear of the army.

And the Undead gave up on negotiations, choosing to attack.

Amid the low drum beats, the Undead started to advance.

The narrow street was packed with Skeletons, jostling each other as they rushed forward.

The Orcs watched the dense skeletons in front of them, swallowing hard.

The archers continuously shot arrows, no need for aiming; just shooting forward could hit the enemy.

Despite the mechanical repetition of drawing their bows, they still couldn’t stop the Undead’s advance.

Bang!!

The Skeleton Warriors jostled and trampled upon each other, crashing against the defense wall like a giant wave.

Then the soldiers behind stomped on the skeletons in front, layer upon layer directly flooding over the wall, leaping in to engage in intense combat with the Orc Warriors.

The wall they hoped to lean on felt like a mere illusion, serving no purpose at all.

And the surge of the Undead was over in one sweep.

It broke the formation of all the Orcs.

“Maintain formation, be ready to fill in gaps.” Krat, leading the army, shouted loudly.

But they were no match for the sheer quantity of the Undead, whether they could maintain the current situation or not, their entire formation was being pushed back.

Bit by bit, they retreated from the defense circle to the walls on one side, relying solely on the wall to block the enemies in front.

Boom!!

With a loud roar, several Orc Warriors were sent flying.

A towering Skeleton Hero in heavy armor emerged up front. His fists were encased in massive gloves, the shiny metal plates on them were eye-catching.

Whizz!

Several arrows were shot from the Orc’s side. The Skeleton Hero slightly tilted his body, easily dodging the incoming arrows.

His gaze swept over Krat, who was hiding in the rear of the troops.

He took a step forward and unleashed a powerful punch.

A punch that seemed to hit the air, but a moment later a loud rumbling sound erupted, a fan-shaped shock wave blasted forward and several Orcs were instantly sent flying.

The shields they held were twisted and mangled, and the Orcs spat out blood, unable to stand up again.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Krat’s pupils shrank.

The enemy’s strength had far exceeded his own.

Krat didn’t even get a chance to continue issuing commands before the Skeleton Hero’s second and third punches came in quick succession.

With each punch, shock waves exploded, and the well-equipped Orc Warriors were as feeble as infants.

They were sent flying and collapsed dead by the piece.

The intact Orc formation was scattered by each punch, and the Skeleton Hero quickly approached Krat again and smashed down his skull.

Krat had been vigilant against him.

He quickly darted away, his footwork nimble.

Boom!

That punch had smashed a huge hole in the wall behind him. Broken stones and dust shot up.

Krat understood that he was no match for his opponent. Without hesitation, he turned and tried to run.

But the Skeleton Hero had been watching him closely, why would he let him escape?

The Skeleton Hero rushed out of the dust and smoke and went straight for the fleeing Krat.

Krat turned around in a fluster, holding his sword across his chest to block the enemy’s punch.

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His sword clashed with the Skeleton Hero’s fist.

The sword instantly shattered, and Krat’s body flew backward, hitting the wall behind him.

Ugh!!

Krat, holding his broken sword, slumped in the debris at the foot of the wall.

With each movement, a mouthful of blood sprayed out; he couldn’t ward off even a single blow from the enemy hero.

Seeing the Skeleton Hero getting closer again, Krat’s expression started to bristle with panic, “Don’t, don’t, I surrender!”

The Skeleton Hero stepped forward, directly crushing Krat’s arms and ordered, “Tie him up.”

Immediately, the Skeleton Warriors rushed up and started to tie up Krat.