Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The army of the goblin world has set out.

The magic tanks lined up in a column, their tracks grinding through the mud, leaving two deep ruts.

The magic-powered mech followed behind, its eight-meter-tall steel body causing the ground to tremble slightly with each step it took.

The infantrymen, dressed in gray combat uniforms and carrying magic crystal rifles, stood in neat square formations.

Air Force airships took off from the base, the magic cannons hanging below the pods gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

One by one, naval cruisers, destroyers, and battleships set off from their home port, billowing black smoke, and slowly sailed along the coastline, their cannons aimed at the sea.

People were standing on both sides of this narrow strip of land.

On the goblin side, the front line was piled with sandbags and iron plates, and the magic cannons were mounted on high ground, their muzzles pointing towards the other side.

The infantrymen crouched in the trenches, their gun barrels sticking out from the edge of the trench.

The magic-powered mechs stood behind the infantry, their towering bodies resembling a wall.

As long as the enemy dares to show their faces, they will be met with a saturation barrage of artillery fire!

On the other side of the Source Realm, the allied camp of the orc tribes stretched from the northern wasteland all the way to the entrance of the passage.

The tents were packed tightly together, and wisps of smoke rose from the gaps between them, blending together against the gray-white sky.

Shattered Rock stood on a high slope, with the wasteland below, a tent behind him, and a narrow strip of land in front of him.

He was very tall, half a head taller than the orcs around him, and his shoulders were as broad as a door.

He was a golden lion-man with thick fur, a scar running from his forehead to his chin, and pale yellow cat-like eyes.

He held a giant axe in his hand. The axe head was made of stone, polished very smooth, and the edges gleamed coldly.

Behind Broken Rock stood dozens of tribal chiefs, each with a different appearance.

Bear-man, tiger-man, wolf-man, minotaur, fox-man, goat-man, boar-man, deer-man, and so on.

Some people were dressed in animal skins, some in iron armor, and some were shirtless with a string of skulls hanging from their waists.

Broken Rock gazed at the narrow strip of land, looking out at the new world in the distance, and remained silent for a long time.

The wind blew in from that direction, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

He had never smelled this before; the land in the North was only gravel and frozen soil, and grass could not grow there.

"I have decided that the entire clan will go to war!"

The sound of the rocks breaking was deep, like stones hitting the ground.

"This expedition will not discriminate between the old, the weak, women, and children; everyone will follow the army, abandoning the northern border and going to that world."

The clan leaders' expressions changed.

All the orcs are going to war? How absurd!

A werewolf wearing iron armor took two steps forward.

"Shattered Rock, what did you say? The entire tribe going to war? That's a full three hundred million orcs!"

"If we really send them all out, how will they eat? How will they drink? How will they fight? The elderly, the weak, women and children will only be a burden."

Another minotaur chieftain spoke up as well.

"Although the North is barren, it is still our ancestral land. If we abandon the North and go to a world we don't understand, and we can't conquer it, we won't even have a way out."

Broken Rock turned around and looked at them.

"Is this place in the North even habitable? There's not enough food, not enough game, and even the grass won't grow tall."

"Every winter, a batch of orcs freeze to death, and every spring, another batch starves to death. In a few decades, the orcs will be wiped out without anyone having to fight them."

His gaze swept across the face of each clan chief.

"Where the goblins live, the grass is green, the water is clear, the land is fertile, and the prey is incredibly plump!"

"Why should these green rats occupy such fertile land? Even if we can't take it, we might as well die there, which is better than waiting to die in the North."

That's right, Shattered Rock is going all in and will implement a base-exchange strategy, abandoning the barren northern wasteland to invade the rich other world!

Before the Minotaur chieftain could say anything more, Shattered Rock raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Bring all the cattle, sheep, and horses with you. Eat them on the way. Once you reach the goblin world, split up and fight separately. The enemy's supplies will be yours."

He paused for a moment.

"This is our only chance. If we miss it, we won't have another one."

The clan leaders fell silent.

Some people lowered their heads, some looked into the distance, and some clenched their fists.

After a long while, the tiger-man chieftain finally spoke.

"My people will go with you."

Tigermen and Golden Lionmen have always been the royal families of the orc race, and Shattered Rock represents the Golden Lionmen race.

Now that the two royal families have made their stance clear, other races, even if they have reservations, have no choice but to obey.

The Minotaur chieftain sighed. "My tribe will leave too."

Shattered Rock turned around and faced the tents.

He raised his massive axe, blade upwards, and roared, "Everyone, pack your things and march with the army!"

...

Two days later, orcs from various tribes gathered here, forming a continuous sea of ​​orcs.

The Golden Lionmen tribe had finished packing up, and the people in the tents gradually emerged to dismantle the tents, break up the camp, and collect useful supplies.

Some people carried bundles, some held children, and some led cattle and sheep.

The line stretched from one end of the camp to the other, with no end in sight.

Someone was pulling a wooden cart with elderly people and children sitting on it, the wheels creaking on the gravel.

Someone was herding a herd of cattle and sheep, which were crowded together, their hooves making a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel.

The march was very slow, much slower than a normal march.

But it keeps moving.

Seeing this army of nearly 300 million people and billions of grazing cattle, sheep and horses, even Broken Rock couldn't help but feel his heart surge with emotion.

Never before in history has any orc led such a large number of orcs, and he himself may lead this unprecedented army to conquer vast territories!

I... will become a hero of the entire orc race!

Shattered Rock ordered the army to set off, and then led the way, followed by a long, unbroken army of orcs, with herds of cattle and sheep thronging on both sides, as they marched in a mighty, sweeping advance toward the narrow land.

...

In the human kingdom, several kings watched this scene from an observatory.

A phantom image materialized above the observatory, somewhat similar to a projection from the goblin world, showing the current state of the orc tribe.

A middle-aged man in silver armor stood by the window, holding a glass of wine in his hand. The wine in the glass shimmered with an amber light under the lamp.

"Smashing Rock has really gone mad." His lips twitched slightly.

"With 300 million orcs and billions of cattle and sheep, how will we handle logistics? If the attack is thwarted, they will be the first to collapse and starve to death."

Another elderly man in a blue robe sat in a chair, holding a cane in his hand.

"He's betting on a quick victory. If he can break through the goblins' defenses and take over their land in a short time, he can resupply on the spot."

"The three hundred million orcs are scattered, raiding villages and stealing food. By the time we want to get a share, the orcs have already established themselves."

The old man twirled his cane. "That is, assuming the goblins' defenses are really that weak, and given their marching speed... it would be difficult to achieve a quick victory."

The middle-aged man in silver armor laughed. "Then let them fight. If the orcs win, we'll take advantage of their unstable footing, attack from the rear, and wipe out both the orcs and goblins."

"The orcs have lost, the threat to the North is gone, and the goblins have been weakened, making it easier for us to take action."

The old man nodded, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Since he had the opportunity to eliminate two major threats in one fell swoop and acquire a large amount of land, he naturally wouldn't refuse.