Chapter 282: To Be a King

Orcs were never a smart race, they never thought before they acted. They never planned or strategized. It would not be untrue if one says that the Orcs might be one of the dumbest races of Conquest. However, there was one thing they could do and are damn good at it. A bloody, gory fight.

The Orcs used their massive numbers whenever they fought to overwhelm their enemies. They never flinched in front of a sword but moved toward it with glee.

Fireballs rained on the players. The casters behind the melee units used barriers to block the spells. The archers and ranger units shot their arrows through the barriers stopping the orcs from advancing. The melee players charged at the orcs on lizards and began a slaughter.

The players outnumbered the orcs, but the orcs were madly empowered by the presence of each other. Singund was singlehandedly whopping the players at the front with his massive cleaver. Any player that got to three meters from him was split in two.