Lynn rode the Bone Dragon to the survivors' final stronghold.
In the heart of the Orc Kingdom, countless undead crawled out of the snow, their white bones blending into the white landscape.
Some crawled out of the ground, some emerged from the shadows, and some charged in from afar.
They formed an impenetrable encirclement around the few hundred remaining people.
A warrior rushed out through the collapsed city gate, raised a massive axe, and hacked at the nearest undead.
The warrior was quite strong. He shattered three skeletons before a bony claw seized his head from behind.
Megatron's dark-golden skeleton gleamed beneath the sunlight. It held the warrior by the head as though carrying a chicken.
The warrior struggled desperately, kicking wildly as his axe vanished somewhere.
Megatron tightened its claws slightly, and the warrior's head burst like an egg.
"Your Majesty, run!" Several guards lunged forward, supporting the king as they tried to drag him away.
But after they had only taken a few steps, the Demon Eye's Psychic Ray swept over them, and the three guards fell soundlessly.
The Flame Demon strode heavily into the encirclement from outside.
Lava flowed beneath its feet, melting the snow and scorching the earth.
Wherever it passed, even the air twisted.
An old mage raised his staff, sending a bolt of lightning crashing toward the Flame Demon.
The Flame Demon did not even bother to dodge. The lightning struck its body and exploded into sparks, failing even to break its skin.
It turned its head toward the old mage and opened its mouth.
Abyssal Evilfire, a ghostly green, poured forth. Before the old mage could even scream, he was burned to ashes.
Decepticon emerged from the shadows, and Thousand-Soul Chains shot forth, wrapping around more than a dozen soldiers attempting to break