When the Orc army advancing from the forest reached its former camp, it did not go around. The Orcs marched straight through, smashing the camp walls, tents, and wooden huts in their path to show their strength and fearlessness.
The ferocious Green Orcs wore crude animal-hide armor and carried heavy warhammers or stone axes. They roared in their own tongue—a formation twenty thousand strong!
In that moment, those musclebound brutes, averaging more than seven feet tall, were certain their weapons could easily smash their enemies' helmets and let them taste the brains inside.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a deafening blast shattered that certainty!
Hundreds of kilograms of Enchanted Explosives detonated almost simultaneously—the same amount that had nearly destroyed the Red Fortress.
Now the Green Orcs took the full force of it.
Flames surged skyward and swallowed most of the formation. More than ten thousand Orcs died instantly, while countless others suffered grievous wounds and screamed in agony. In a single instant, the battle-hungry Orc army had stepped into hell: scorched earth and mangled corpses everywhere...
The immense shock wave and thunderous blast even struck nearby formations, throwing the allied forces into unavoidable chaos.
For Green's side, though, the explosion was a signal to charge.
Unshakable as a mountain, General James ordered the entire army forward the moment the Enchanted Explosives went off.
The blast and rising mushroom cloud stunned the Retainer Army for a moment. Then they understood, and their morale soared.
As the blast faded, a piercing dragon's roar sounded from behind. The Dragon Lich, Shadow Red Dragon, and Bone Dragon Rider—three colossal figures—soared into the sky, lifting morale even higher.
At the same time, the Cyclops Warriors and twenty-foot-tall Dragon Bone Warriors rose from where they had lain on the ground. Towering between the Undead