Necromancer: A New Era

In the distant Tumubao, this solid fortress standing on the vast grassland is like a winding dragon crawling on the grassland, shining with the light of hope. It blocks the ferocious orcs in the vast north and protects the peace of mankind.

Countless brave soldiers have shed their blood here, fighting for the future of mankind. The towering city wall, like an unyielding guardian, stands in the wind and rain, gazing at the orc army in the distance. Indistinctly, the waving flags seem to announce that the prelude to the war is about to begin.

As the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the land, the human soldiers stood on the city wall like pine trees, their figures becoming more and more resolute in the golden light. The city wall seemed like an indestructible barrier, silently guarding the fortress and the homes of hundreds of millions of humans behind it.

Looking down from the sky, teams of soldiers gathered from all directions, their steps firm, their eyes burning with fighting spirit. On the plain behind the fortress, four legions were arranged around, ready for battle. The Royal Legion in the middle was even more powerful, and the soldiers guarding the camp were all burly and well-equipped, as indestructible as the Great Wall of Steel.

Not far away, teams formed spontaneously by the people, as if summoned by some mysterious force, came to support this war that concerns the survival of the human race. They knew that the unity and struggle at this moment was the sacred mission entrusted to them by history and a profound memory of the bloody lessons of the past.

These warriors from all over the world gathered together under the protection of the towering walls of Tumubao. Their arrival seemed to inject new vitality into the fortress. They will become a solid backing to protect their homes and fill the vacancies caused by the battle.

On the high platform at the assembly point, a commander with a resolute face was giving an impassioned speech. His eyes were like torches, sweeping across the faces of each soldier, as if to imprint their courage and determination in his heart. He thanked them for fighting for the future of mankind and was proud of their selfless dedication. At the same time, he was also boosting morale and arranging the battle strategy in detail.

However, among the generals behind the commander, there was a young general who seemed out of place. He was wearing a dazzling golden armor and had a look of disdain on his face. In his opinion, these so-called civilian warriors were just a mob and could not play any role in the upcoming war. He believed that the key to this war still lay in their well-trained regular army. He could not help but sneer in his heart, thinking that the commander was wasting his time by coming here in person to thank and mobilize these civilians.

But no matter what the young general thought, the warriors under the stage were already excited and ready to face the upcoming battle. Their hearts were filled with desire for victory and hope for the future, and they would prove their worth with their actions.

The soldiers of the four major camps wore heavy armor and held their weapons tightly, their eyes revealing their anticipation and fearlessness for the upcoming battle. They knew that this would be a cruel test, but in order to protect their homes and loved ones, they had no hesitation.

On the city wall, the fluttering flags rustled in the breeze, as if cheering for the soldiers. These flags not only represent the strength of the army, but also symbolize the unity and courage of mankind. They inspired the soldiers to move forward bravely and fight for glory and dignity.

The generals stood solemnly among the soldiers, their eyes were like torches and their expressions were solemn. They conducted the final mobilization before the battle and conveyed the strategy and goals of the battle to the soldiers. Their voices were sonorous and powerful, filling the soldiers with confidence and fighting spirit.

Under the city wall, the soldiers in the castle gathered together, and the general encouraged morale on the high platform. As a border defense force, they would be the first to face the orcs' tentative attacks. The soldiers' eyes were determined, and they had no intention of retreating. Encouraged by the general, they shouted battle slogans in unison, and their voices shook the earth.

At this moment, human unity and courage have reached an unprecedented height. They stand shoulder to shoulder on the wall, ready to meet the upcoming challenges and fight for freedom, dignity and the future. This great battle for the fate of humanity is about to begin, and they are fully prepared.

Tang Yue followed the team of the civilian organization to Tumubao. Before he could admire the majesty of the fortress, he was dispatched and assigned by the organizer. His mage group was composed of most local magician guilds and bounty guilds. A total of 200 mages were responsible for the first wave of defense. The highest level was a 6th-level wind magician, most of them were 4th to 5th levels, and a few were 3rd level. When the few mages came to the fortress, they were warmly welcomed by the soldiers defending the city. They cheered. They knew the importance of mages in the legion's combat and could greatly reduce the casualties of the manpower. Some divine magicians can heal injuries and replenish physical strength.

Tang Yue stood on the ancient city wall, shoulder to shoulder with his companions, their eyes passing through the vast land, falling on the dense orc tribe in the distance like a dark cloud. On that vast plain, the orc camp stretched endlessly, like a barren dark forest.

People were busy moving around, carrying heavy city defense equipment. The huge machines were flashing coldly in the sun. Suddenly, an exciting horn sounded across the sky, and the troops on the city wall were in a commotion. Then, the general defending the city walked majestically to the city wall. His voice was as shocking as thunder: "Silence! Everyone, follow my orders!" After that, he suddenly drew his sword, and the sword light flashed, reflecting the determined faces of the soldiers.

As the horn approached, a dull and powerful drum sounded. It was a drum sound unique to the orcs, with a rhythm so strong that it seemed to shake the earth and inspire the orcs' fighting will, like an exciting war song.

Soon, the orc king sat high on the royal chariot surrounded by people. In front, 30,000 orc vanguards were ready to go. Although their ranks seemed a bit messy, their roars and shouts revealed endless wildness and fighting spirit. The sound of war drums became more and more intense, pushing morale to the peak.

As the orc king waved his hand, thousands of orc soldiers walked through the ranks carrying large basins of overflowing blood. Every orc warrior reached out without hesitation to grab the blood and smear it on his face. The bloodstains were like battle lines, showing their courage and determination. Stimulated by the blood, their bloodthirsty desire for the continuation of their race and their determination to survive was aroused, and they all let out earth-shaking howls.

Led by the orc general, they rushed towards the castle like a tide. Tang Yue, who was on the city wall, took a deep breath. Even a calm man like him was shocked by this life-and-death battle. He knew that this war would determine the fate of the two races.