Chapter 426: Chapter 390, Giant Horn Ridge_3
Stomp, stomp, stomp!!
At that moment, a troll quickly ran over.
“Clan Leader Bagath!” The troll was somewhat breathless.
Upon seeing his subordinate, Bagath immediately brightened up.
Without any hesitation, he asked: “Well, what did the orcs say? If they don’t help us, the undead will be attacking them next.”
The trolls had already been pushed to the point of no return.
Thinking of the Coldwind Range on the same mountain, Bagath had sent people to contact the orcs.
The return of his subordinate at this moment was right on time.
As the enemy of all living creatures, Bagath was quite sure that the orcs would agree to unite with the trolls to resist the undead.
After all, once the Bloody Range was gone, the Coldwind Range would be next.
At present, the Undead had not launched an attack. If the orcs agreed to unite, there might still be a chance for the whole army to escape.
To join forces with the orcs of the Coldwind Range.
The subordinate troll then gasped heavily twice.
His face looked awful. He said, “Clan Leader, we can’t make it, we can’t get to the Coldwind Range…”
Hearing these words, the faces of Bagath and his team hardened.
He scolded, “Don’t talk nonsense, you didn’t run back without setting off, did you?”
“Clan Leader, on the way to the Coldwind Range, a fortress has been built, and it is guarded by the undead. I’m afraid the Coldwind Range has already been occupied by the undead,” the subordinate said hurriedly.
All their faces began to change.
Given the ability of the undead army, they would have enough power to occupy the Coldwind Range if they attacked first.
“You’re sure? If you’re lying to me, I’ll kill you right now,” Bagath stared at him, continuing to question.
“I’m sure, Clan Leader, I couldn’t possibly mistake the undead and orcs!”
At this moment, all the trolls’ faces turned deathly pale.
Their only way out was gone.
Their only fate was to fight the undead to the last moment, be killed, and then join the ranks of the undead.
“Clan Leader Bagath, is there no other way?” a troll asked.
Everyone was looking at Bagath.
Bagath glanced at the undead outside without answering directly.
Instead, he said, “Prepare for battle.”
This already represented everything. There was no better option than to fight the undead to the end.
Boom!
Boom, boom!
There wasn’t much time for discussion among the crowd.
The deep drumbeat sounded again.
All the trolls were startled and looked outside, where the drummers on the backs of massive bulls were beating the drums again.
A hazy halo enveloped the surrounding undead.
Bagath suddenly plunged into despair.
He shouted loudly, “Get back to your ranks, check your equipment, and prepare for battle.”
Although everyone knew the outcome of this battle, they still returned to their ranks.
They issued different battle orders.
…
The drumbeats kept sounding.
A series of halos enveloped the undead army.
The attributes of the undead war drums were also added to each undead troop.
The Black Thorn arrived at the central army position.
He looked at the distant troll camp and instructed softly, “Release the Skeleton Giant Bats and Ostrich Beasts, have the army ready.”
“Yes!”
The messenger passed on the order.
The Skeleton Giant Bats soared into the sky and, under the cover of the night, carried thunder tubes and flew over the troll camp.
Meanwhile, the shields in the front row opened like doors.
The cage under the shield was opened.
One by one, the Ostrich Beasts, each with a thunder tube placed in their abdomen, were let out.
The Ostrich Beasts rapidly shook their heads, and the next second, they fluttered their wings and rushed towards the troll camp.
Ostrich Beasts were running all over the place.
They weren’t big, but they were incredibly fast.
In just a few moments, they had already charged to the base of the troll camp.