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"Hmph! You piece of trash who dares to disturb this queen's cake-eating is only fit to be crushed into dessert crumbs! Doro!"

Dorothy slung the buzzer over her shoulder, her expression one of undeniable arrogance.

She glanced at Cyril, whose expression was serious.

Recalling the second-in-command's cautious words,

The bald guy seemed to have said something like, "Yellow-haired guys are all liars. Don't trust them."

In particular, they recruited them.

Looking at it now, it's clear that it's not very appealing.

She disliked the blond guy who ignored her.

An angry Dorothy rushed outside and shouted across the battlefield:

"You useless idiots, get up and get to work!"

"Kill all the undead! Tonight, this queen will drink bone broth! Doro!"

Upon hearing this shout, the greens hiding in various locations all had their eyes blazing with divine light.

They had waited too long for this moment.

It's time to let humans and the undead experience the violent aesthetics of the orcs.

A deafening roar of "Aaaaaah!" echoed from every corner of the village.

One orc after another left their hiding place.

They launched a surprise attack on the nearest undead.

These suddenly appearing green behemoths deeply frightened the surviving soldiers.

They never imagined that houses, haystacks, horse stables, outhouses, and so on would be included.

It's unbelievable that something like this would even appear.

How did these guys manage to hide? No one noticed them at all.

The soldiers, utterly bewildered and stunned by this sudden turn of events, stood there dumbfounded.

He muttered to himself, somewhat doubting the meaning of life.

"Gods above, why are there so many goblin-like monsters appearing in the village?"

"Could they be the legendary orcs?"

"But this place is far from the wilderness, so how could there be an orc tribe here?!"

Numerous questions filled the soldiers' minds, but unfortunately, no one could answer them.

190 orcs transformed into rabid dogs on the battlefield, relentlessly pursuing the undead with their pickaxes.

The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce.

The orcs had no defense whatsoever; they were unleashing powerful and heavy blows.

As long as the skeleton is hit, any undead below level 6 will be smashed to pieces in just a few hits.

Unless a level 6 or higher undead intervenes, it's only possible to fight a level 7 greenskin for a while.

Based on the remaining 1000-plus skeletons of the undead,

On average, each orc only needs to deal with a few undead to completely annihilate the opponent.

There was absolutely no pressure.

This overwhelming dominance has left the human side at a loss for how to react.

They felt like they were superfluous.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from inside the bungalow.

"Lieutenant, what are you all standing there for?"

"Quickly organize the others to enter those houses; there might be surviving soldiers inside."

Cyril helped out several soldiers who had regained consciousness and placed them all in the courtyard.

He had just thought that all his subordinates in that room were already dead.

Unexpectedly, after checking around, I found that she had just fainted.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, lessening his hostility towards this suddenly appearing unknown force.

Since the other side did not commit any indiscriminate killing, it means they do not want to be enemies with Ironclad City.

Everyone's target is probably the undead, or you could say the core of the dungeon.

That way, the pressure won't be so great.

At Cyril's command, the adjutant, who had caught on, immediately responded.

He led the remaining troops directly into the bungalows and began searching for one unconscious soldier after another.

"Damn it..."

"Who on earth dared to ambush me?"

A voice came from the billowing dust at the entrance of the village.

The two green dots of light, like the pupils of a demon, began to flicker and waver.

It wasn't until a huge black shadow burst through the smoke and dust that everyone could see what the gravedigger looked like.

The undead who had been dominating Cyril was now riddled with broken bones.

His chest was deeply dented, revealing his ribs.

His neck was also broken due to the powerful impact and was tilted to one side.

He looked extremely miserable.

If this injury were inflicted on a human, they would surely die on the spot.

Unfortunately, this is an undead creature.

Ordinary physical attacks cannot kill him.

Even the power of death can heal one's injuries.

Currently, the gravediggers are visibly recovering from their physical injuries under the nourishment of a large amount of black energy.

The collapsed chest began to bulge again, and the crooked head emitted a unique cracking sound as it was being set.

"Hehehehe, that hurts!"

"To use such despicable means on the stage of the eternal sleepers, I will surely turn you into a new collection."

The gravedigger, spouting pretentious words, gripped his shovel tightly.

He wanted to use his immortality to intimidate the attackers.

When he finally saw the situation in the village, he froze on the spot.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

In his eyes, the massive undead army was almost wiped out and was being chased and devoured by a bunch of greenskins.

This exaggerated and exciting scene left him somewhat at a loss for words.

The human forces were also deeply shocked.

They came up with many ways to eliminate the skeletons.

The only thing I never expected was to be eaten.

Is this how the orcs deal with the undead? How ingenious!

A large amount of emotional energy began to be generated between humans and gravediggers, providing Dorothy with a continuous source of contribution points.

It also provided Lu Chen with a great deal of creative power.

"Damn you bastards, what blasphemy you're committing!!!"

"The army of eternal sleepers is not food for you vermin!"

"Go to hell, all of you!!"

Unable to accept this scene, the gravedigger roared to the sky, his veins bulging all over his body.

My rational mind was completely replaced by anger.

They even forgot about the abnormality on the Banshee's side.

He spun the shovel in his hand and charged directly at an orc who was feasting.

Prepare to split this blasphemer in two.

Just as the shovel, imbued with the power of death, was about to strike the orc, an enormous pickaxe suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

With unstoppable momentum, he directly withstood this fatal blow.

"Hmph, if you want to touch my green-skinned brat, then you'd better fight me, [Soft, Sticky, Sweet, Fragrant Strawberry Cake, Gooey, Glittering Honey Jerky]!"

"Let's see if you're qualified."

The orc leader suddenly appeared, riding on the orc Dian Wei.

The gravedigger was deeply shocked, and couldn't help but ask:

"What did you say your name was?"

"What's that soft and sticky thing? Is that a person's name?"

"Hmph, of course," the leader said arrogantly, raising his chin. He was very pleased with the name bestowed upon him by the Queen.

Every time it was read aloud, the enemy would be very surprised.

This shows that the name is very intimidating, just like Lü Bu's title.

One day in the future, he will make this name resound throughout the world.

All the orcs call upon this name.

Seeing the orc admit that the strange food medley was his real name, the gravedigger felt a sharp pain in his throat.

Why did things take such a wrong turn?

Where exactly did the error occur?

He glanced at Lu Bu again and noticed that the beastman was the same size as him, 2.5 meters tall.

But he was riding on the back of a small orc who was only about 1.8 meters tall.

That was incredibly bizarre; I had no idea what the other side was thinking.

Won't riding like this affect my speed?

Could it even be detrimental to oneself?