Whoo-hoo!!
A ghostly, dragon-like howling echoed followed by a hundred thousand arrows descending like a massive iron net over the orc camp.
The armies gathered outside the city were a council of forces from various orc villages.
Looking up, they saw arrows raining down.
The fierce and valiant orcs' faces were filled with panic and fear.
In an instant, their orderly ranks broke apart.
They scattered in all directions, looking for places and objects to shield themselves.
Crackling!!
In the blink of an eye, the arrows landed.
The orcs covered by the volley fell in droves.
The earth was dotted with bodies pierced by countless arrows that stood upright like a wheat field.
The united army of the orcs amounted to about 70,000.
In the Undead camp alone, there were a hundred thousand skeleton archers.
A volley took down large swathes of the orc army.
A surviving orc looked around at the bodies strewn about, his eyes bloodshot. He clutched his head and let out anguished howls.
