Second World

Chapter 894. The Clash between the Dragon Army and Verremor’s First Army

Two days after Jack left to join the shock army heading out to the Fulgur region, the dragon army and phoenix army arrived at their destinations.

There was no significant defensive landscape around the area, so the Verremor armies just waited around the border towns they had conquered. Once they defeated these Themisphere armies, they would proceed deeper and conquer more cities.

Emris, the lord marshall who led the dragon army, watched the one million-strong army of the Verremor nation. Within those one million, two hundred thousand outworlders were mixed in.

Emris didnʼt think much of those outworlders, their levels were just around their average troops. Furthermore, they had low HP pools. If he disregarded them, that meant his 1,200,000-strong army would only be facing 800,000 enemies. Even if there were two mythical-grade war chiefs, his army should still be able to match.

Beside him were his right and left-hand aides, Mordin and Geoffrey. Mordin was a level 85 rare elite while Geoffrey was a level 80 rare elite. These two were the main force to deal with the other mythical war chief. They were supported by several level 70 rare elites. Even if they couldnʼt win, they should be able to hold the war chief while their army crushed the enemy.

The two armies watched each other from a distance. Their numbers filled the vast plains. It was like two seas that were ready to devour one another.

Two orcs came out from the Verremor army. One of them looked like an orc, but rather than calling him an orc, it was more appropriate to call him an ogre. His size was three times the size of a regular orc. He carried on his shoulder a silver-color gigantic club that looked more like an obelisk than a club. Each of his steps created a slight tremor even when he didnʼt mean to.

The other orc wore a ceremonial garb adorned with the skulls and bones of various animals. In his hand was a long staff, its one end was adorned with a demon skull sculpture, or was it a real demon skull?

The gigantic orc was one of the Verremor war chiefs. His name was Makubwa Mountking. He was a level 83 mythical-grade orc. The orc with the ceremonial garb was Samuhn Spiritcrier, Verremorʼs shaman king. He was also a mythical grade at level 81.

These two were the leaders of Verremorʼs first army. The orc simply gave their armies a designation using numbers, rather than fancy names like John did. The second army was the one that was facing the phoenix army. While the one that Jack did battle with was a small part of the third army.

Makubwa and Samuhn stopped near the middle point between the two armies. Makubwa then lifted his gigantic club high and slammed it to the ground. The ground cracked and caved in. A shockwave followed by an earthquake radiated out toward the human army.

The ground where the human army stood shook heavily. Some soldiers fell due to the unsteady footing. It caused commotion along the ranks of the human army. Emris looked back with displeasure at those who had fallen. They were making the human army look bad.

”HUMAANNN…!!!” Makubwaʼs voice reverberated in the air. The sound was like thunder that struck next to oneʼs ears. Human soldiers with low levels covered their ears because of the pain it caused.

”You now faced the mightiest army in this world! The mightiest race! And I who stand before you here am the mightiest warrior in existence! Prepare to face defeat! Prepare to be crushed…! Now, as honor dictated. I will let you do your pathetic war declaration before we crushed you under our boots!”

Makubwa finished his war declaration. He placed his two hands on his club, which stood upright on the cracked ground, and waited for the humanʼs response.

Emris walked a few steps forward. His silver staff was gleaming with light. The jewel on the top of his staff changed colors with each passing second. He stopped and uttered with a soft voice. Yet, his voice traveled to the end of the orc army. The further his voice traveled, the louder it became. At the backline of the orc army, the voice was even so loud that it shook the orcsʼ bodies.

”This is my war declaration to you, you filthy orcs,” Emris uttered. ”DIEEE…!!!”