Countless death knights rushed to the north from all surrounding directions. They were all heading straight for Primonius.
The recent fall of Blanc City had bought the orcs some time, allowing the remaining refugees to safely retreat. After all, if the orcs were to lose one more battle to the King of the Dead, they would be completely annihilated.
Roar!
"The King of the Dead is coming!" Verthandi stood at the top of Primonius, looking up at the black dot in the sky.
Following the roar of the zombie dragon, the weather had completely changed. The sunny sky slowly became dark and heavy.
"They are waiting for nightfall, as decreased visibility is nothing for the ghosts. However, for us orcs and humans, it will be devastating!" Verthandi murmured, fear creeping into her heart.
