This was the base camp of the undead race, and the group of beastmen in front of him was only a negligible number.
But even so, it was already very troublesome.
There were too few trial-takers, and the humans imprisoned here had long been scared out of their wits. They did not even have the heart to resist, so they were of no use.
These beastmen were tenacious and had unparalleled strength. It was not realistic to kill them all by surprise.
And if the battle became too loud, it would probably wake up the other undead! At that time, it would not be easy to escape.
Song Qingxin was anxious, and the orcs in the distance were making urgent and noisy sounds.
"Waalawu!"
These orcs seemed to be communicating with each other. Song Qing slightly lowered her head and adjusted her posture.
