Chapter 611: Black Glove
"Kill!"
With the commander-in-chief's order, the allied forces of all races launched their charge. In an instant, flesh and bone collided across the grasslands.
Arguments were arguments, and disputes were disputes.
But when facing an undead army that threatened their races' survival, the Beastfolk still did not dare let down their guard. Once the troop numbers had been agreed upon, every race immediately sprang into action.
The battle before them was merely a microcosm of the clash between the Beastfolk and the Undead. A massive encirclement centered around the undead army's area of activity was steadily closing in.
The brief clash had already scattered the skeleton army before them, yet the Lion Emperor did not dare relax in the slightest.
These undead creatures had all been transformed from dead herdsmen. In this Necrotic Cataclysm, they could only be considered insignificant cannon fodder.
It was not the undead's numbers that were frightening, but their intelligence. Every sign indicated that the undead big boss behind this Necrotic Cataclysm was an intelligent undead creature.
The suspected Undead Monarch was a Holy Domain Undead, but the Orc Empire had yet to obtain detailed intelligence. Not a single Beastfolk who had seen the Undead Monarch had returned alive.
An undead army requiring no logistical support was terrifying enough. If it learned how to employ tactics, the consequences would be unimaginably dire.
To wipe these creatures out in one sweep, the Orc Empire could only spare no expense in raising a massive encirclement.
"The Beastfolk main force will be here soon. Have you considered my proposal, Your Excellency?"
Hearing the phantom's question, the Undead Monarch let out a strange, grating laugh from his throne before saying, "You really know how to scheme. But why should I cooperate with you?
**"Those Beastfolk