Joint Encampment

After marching for a while.

The clashes at the front had already begun.

Small orc units had begun engaging Huo Ling's forward forces.

The scouts of both sides fought fiercely across this land.

Huo Ling did not care in the slightest about this kind of battle that traded blood for blood. His troops were all undead—what the hell was there to fear?

The vanguard had deployed an entire Skeleton Cavalry combat division. These silver-rank cavalrymen raced across the land company by company, engaging the orc cavalry scouts.

Behind these cavalrymen were Skeleton Infantry organized into combat regiments. Whenever they encountered large orc forces, the Skeleton Cavalry would call for the Skeleton Infantry behind them to advance and fight.

Huo Ling's undead legion could march in large formations because they were all dead, so there were many things they did not need to consider.

Such as water sources, food supplies, logistics, and the like.

But the orcs could not. They were living beings, and even after being reorganized, the orcs still advanced in scattered formations while marching.

Otherwise, if an entire large formation advanced together, they would not even know when they had been surrounded like dumplings in a pot.

The fighting accumulated by the vanguard had already caused quite a few casualties.

However, these casualties were unimportant to both the Shortblade Clan and Huo Ling.

The Shortblade Clan's vanguard consisted of tribal soldiers, who had been meant for expendable use in the first place. As for Huo Ling's troops, they were all undead, so naturally it was no real loss.

The intense grinding battle at the front continued for several days before gradually subsiding when the main orc force arrived.

The Shortblade Clan set up camp on this wilderness. More than two hundred thousand troops established thirty to forty military