After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

She casually reached out and pulled him up from the ground, placing him on her back as gently as possible.

"Chris, let's go!"

"Yes, Master!"

Taking advantage of the orcs' war cries mixed with the sound of footsteps, they approached rapidly. Through the dark forest, with the faint light, Aize could even see the orcs' iconic fangs, flashing coldly in the moonlight.

Then, the two turned around and ran away.

The area we are currently in was a deserted place even before the war, so it is natural that there are no easy roads to walk on.

The trees, shrubs, and some tall herbs, mixed with the pitch-black vision, made it extremely difficult for Aize, who was escaping with his life carrying someone on his back, to move forward.

But the same applies to the orcs' larger bodies, and the impact is even greater.

As those monsters as tall as walls crashed through trees, flattened the grass, and chased them with earth-shaking noises, the two of them quickly distanced themselves from them and left them behind.

As a ray of light appeared in the darkness ahead, it was finally the temporary command post of the Imperial Army.

The noise they made immediately attracted the attention of the guards, who pointed their gleaming spears at them.

"Stop! Who is it!"

"It's me, Aize! Viscount Anson is injured, hurry up and call the military doctor! Also, an orc army of hundreds of people is approaching here and is expected to arrive in a few minutes. Get everyone here ready for battle!"

The captain of the guards, although he had ordered the men to lower their weapons because he knew Aize, was still unable to react to what he had said.

"Hundreds of orcs? How can this be..."

"Fuck you! If you don't want to die, hurry up and I'll go talk to the prince. Hurry up!"

After handing the viscount who was almost unconscious behind him to the military doctor who came after hearing the news, Aize winked at Chris again, indicating that he would leave the matter to her.

Then he turned around and ran straight into the tent where the prince was.

Adrian was still fiddling with the map in front of him.

Hearing the commotion outside, he looked up and saw a figure with blood dripping from the corners of his clothes rushing in. He jumped up from his seat and subconsciously drew his sword:

"who!?"

"I, Aize."

There was no time to waste. Aize came to the map, took a few glances to confirm his position, and without further explanation, picked up the chess piece on the table that represented the enemy and placed it directly on the position he had just encountered.

"Viscount Anson was attacked, his entire guard was wiped out, and he himself was seriously injured. The enemy is an organized orc army, numbering several hundred according to the Viscount. They are approaching and are expected to engage within two minutes."

I explained the situation as quickly as possible.

This also made Adrian show an expression of disbelief:

"What? Here? We're in the restricted area. How could a large number of enemies appear?"

"Could it be that the troops responsible for the guard have been killed?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The prince shook his head and slammed the table almost hysterically.

"The vigilance force, cored by several Royal Guards, is at least several dozen strong and won't be easy to deal with. Furthermore, I instructed them to fire signal flares immediately if attacked, but there hasn't been any signal so far!"

There is no signal, either it has not been discovered, or it has been discovered but there is no time to send a signal.

The former means that the enemy can easily break through the imperial army's strict defense system and reach the center.

The latter means that the other party has the ability to kill dozens of elite soldiers of the empire in an instant.

Either way, it's not good news.

Immediately afterwards——

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Northeast of the camp!"

There was no time for the two to think, as the orcs who were chasing them had already arrived.

Aize then drew his sword:

"Don't panic. Let's deal with them first. If possible, capture one alive and interrogate it. Isn't that better than just running around here like a headless fly?"

"...Yes, you are right."

The prince nodded, took his helmet and weapon and put them on, then returned to the edge of the camp with Aize.

This camp once belonged to the Orcs and was destroyed by the Empire's devastating firepower during the daytime battle. Due to the rapid advance, there was no time for repairs.

So, although it is called a camp, there are actually no usable defensive facilities at all.

But even so, there are still hundreds of guards here who are responsible for protecting the prince's safety.

They have already faced the enemy, formed a battle formation, and set up their shields and weapons. This almost indestructible steel wall is arguably more useful than any other defensive facility.

And just in front of them, in the forest, roars and footsteps were approaching.

Then, a huge figure finally appeared completely in Aize's sight.

The orcs have a standard tall stature, and extremely sharp fangs that can easily tear flesh and blood.

In addition to this, its huge body is even wrapped in a full set of heavy armor, and it holds an oversized battle axe and shield forged from fine materials.

Then the second, the third, the fourth...

There were about three hundred orcs, and without exception, all were dressed like this.

This made Aize, who was already confused, even more puzzled.

One of humanity's most important advantages in this war is its logistical capabilities.

Although the craftsmen of various countries and the church were unable to create artifact-level equipment such as the holy sword or the creations of the demon race, they were always able to provide their main forces with a steady supply of armor and weapons of decent quality.

Compared to the demons, the output of high-quality armor and weapons has always been quite meager.

This is especially true for the savage orcs.

This level of sophisticated equipment is usually only available to elite troops such as the chief's personal guards, and it is well known that these elite troops have been almost completely lost in previous battles.

Even if the demons have the ability to bypass the empire's defense and warning network, where can they find so many elite orcs?

do not know.

But we'll find out soon enough.

With earth-shaking war cries, the orcs waved their weapons wildly, rapidly closing the already short distance.

The ground was shaking, the trees were swaying, the dust was flying, and the momentum was so astonishing that if you were not careful and got caught up in it, you would be shattered to pieces in an instant.

The Imperial Guards were not afraid either.

"Imperial Shield soldiers, listen up! Advance your formation! Crush them!"

With Adrian's order, the Iron Curtain began to advance.

The weapons in the soldiers' hands beat rhythmically against their shields, and the roar of war drums almost drowned out the enemy's war roars in an instant.

Then, the two powerful forces collided with each other.

Countless sounds of metal clashing, roars, the dull thud of weapons entering flesh, and the smell of blood quickly filled the entire battlefield.

Even the scent of the stonecrop on Aize seemed to be diluted.

The outcome of the battle was not in doubt.

Almost from the moment of contact, the orcs fell to the ground one after another under the relentless attack of the Empire's elite.

In just a few minutes, these huge corpses had already occupied the ground of the battlefield.

This also made Aize frown.

"wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"These orcs are too slow."

As mentioned before, orcs who can have such equipment must be the elite among the elite. According to Azer's estimation, if they fight against the Imperial Guards, the odds should be evenly matched, or at most they will be slightly inferior.

But in fact, these guys moved so slowly to an eerie degree that the Imperial Army's weapons could easily and accurately hit the various gaps in the armor and penetrate the flesh directly.

Adrian shook his head:

"What's so strange about that? The orcs don't have much fighting power to begin with. These are probably just new recruits wearing armor. There's nothing to worry about."

"No, that's not right."

The uneasiness brought about by the strong sense of disharmony quickly spread in Aize's heart.

After a brief thought, he decided to try it himself.

Holding up the sword that Villian had helped him make, Aize leaped forward and rushed directly to the forefront of the fierce battle.

The target was an extremely large orc who was fighting with several guards.

"You guys step back, I'll take this guy!"

Aize stepped forward and intervened directly in the middle of the battle. He raised his sword and turned his hand to deflect the opponent's falling battle axe. Then he kicked the opponent's huge body, causing it to stagger.

“Ugh—Hooaaaaaaaaaah!”

The orc paused for a moment, then let out a violent roar, gripping his weapon with both hands and slashing at Aze regardless of anything.

However, the latter dodged and attacked with ease.

After all, he was just an ordinary orc—his movements were even slower than normal.

No matter how weak Aize is, if he can't beat the leader, he can't beat you, right?

And it was during this back and forth that he noticed something new and strange - a smell.

Some kind of awful, rotten smell.

I couldn't smell it at first because it was covered by the scent of the stone bank flower on my body, but it became more and more obvious as the battle progressed.

But why?

Orcs do stink, but that's clearly not the same thing. Instead...

"Tsk, this tm can't be-"

An idea formed in Aize's mind.

In an instant, he turned sideways, dodged, and struck.

One of the orc's legs was completely cut off, and his huge body lost balance and fell to the ground.

Aize did not finish off the opponent, but immediately reached out and touched the severed part.

It's cold, sticky, loose, and seems to break if you touch it.

The speculation was subsequently confirmed:

"Everyone, pay attention! These guys are not orcs, they are undead! They are the undead ghosts of orcs!"

Chapter 82 The Dead Appear

The undead, or they can also be called the undead, as the name suggests, are not creatures or races in the ordinary sense, but corpses that have been forcibly resurrected and given the ability to move through certain magical means.

Except for a few high-level and top-level members, most individuals in this group do not have any self-awareness. In a sense, they are more like the witches' puppets.

Therefore, the undead race is far from limited to a single individual. It can be said that as long as there is a corpse, it can be transformed into a zombie through transformation.

It is not surprising that there are orc undead.

The undead individuals have very different coping methods from their original races.

Since they are not living creatures but simple shells, although they move slowly and the strength of their decaying flesh is quite worrying, they can still withstand huge amounts of damage.

Attacking the heart, head, and other common weaknesses of living things is far from enough; it is necessary to destroy them to the point where they are physically unable to move in order to suppress their offensive.

In the current situation, this difference is quite fatal.

Even though Aize shouted at the loudest voice, it was still drowned out by the noise of fighting. Only some people nearby heard it, and they had to rely on relaying messages to spread the information.

The undead opponents probably realized that their identities were exposed, so they stopped acting.

“Gahhhh—”

"Roar--"