The place that the undead mage doesn't like to go the most is the orcs controlled areas. In that kind of place, at most they can only secretly dig out a large number of orc corpses from the orcs' cemetery. These corpses are good materials for transforming undeads.

But unfortunately, the souls of these corpses have returned to the embrace of the earth. Even the most powerful necromancers and the orc undead transformed into can only be the most ordinary skeleton soldiers.

Even the undead that can be transformed into by the strong orcs is still a skeleton soldier, but it is just a little stronger.

And these most ordinary skeleton soldiers are the most ordinary cannon fodder for the undead mage, and they are purely used to consume in the undead sea tactics.

Moreover, the orc corpses that were transformed into ancestral spirits and continued to protect the tribe, the undead mage did not dare to move around. As long as he transformed the corpse into a skeleton soldier, it would be like carrying a positioning device at any time and anywhere waiting for the orcs to chase him.

So no matter how big the battle occurs, no matter how many orcs die, orcs never have to worry about the corpse being transformed into undead and causing any disaster.

The first time I saw these countless orcs undead, all the orcs were shocked. When they saw those undead rushing, none of them had any reaction.

The chief's face was very complicated, both sad and relieved. Seeing that the endless undead had surrounded them, the chief took out the new inheritance totem of the Blood Tooth Tribe.

The totem pole covered with the names of orc ancestors just appeared, as if it was attracted by something. The totem pole burst into soft light, and countless sounds like the murmur of the soul sounded.

The dense text on the totem pole seemed to be alive, constantly rolling and wiggling, as if there were a large number of texts inside the totem pole rolling to the surface of the totem pole.

"The warriors of the orcs, I, Crom's blood-teeth, come to welcome your souls. May your achievements be remembered by all orcs, and may your souls rest in peace."

The chief held the inheritance totem pole and roared loudly.

Then the chief began to sing the ancient songs of the orcs in his rough voice, which were songs used by the orcs to commemorate and praise the heroes of the tribe after the war.

Vicissitudes, unyielding, will to fight, will to protect...

A group of orc wolves cavalry pulled out their scimitars and cut their cheeks. Let the blood flow out. They held the scimitars, almost roaring, and shouted out the ancient orc songs with the chief.

Many people on the human side were ready for battle, and Di Lasi took out the shadow cloak that had cracked open and was ready to be on guard at any time.

Lin Yun looked at all this silently, and looked at the orc who was roaring with red eyes and singing, and sighed softly in his heart.

Full of passion and firm will, like the earth, will never retreat. Blood and scars are their medals. Only the most powerful warriors will be respected and respected by their tribe members, and cowards will be despised by all orcs.

At the oldest time, the ancient legendary orc, waving its broken totem, roared out a roar engraved into all the orcs' souls.

Orcs never surrender...

Unfortunately, only these oldest orcs may be so pure. For the sake of faith and tribe, life is nothing to do.

In the Northrend world today, some orcs are even famous for their cunning...

Lin Yun shook his head and looked at the undead. The fastest undead had rushed to four or five hundred meters away.

Suddenly, the orc skeleton soldiers waving white bone weapons in the front suddenly fell to the ground, and the seemingly violent soul fire flew out of their eyes, like a light blue fireflies, flying towards the inheritance totem in the hands of the chief.

And the orc undead bodies that have lost their soul fire have their bodies as if they have experienced millions of years of weathering, and instantly turned into large pieces of ashes and scattered. The ashes fell to the ground and disappeared quickly on the ground.

As long as the undead who walks into the diameter of the chieftain one thousand meters, their soul fire will take the initiative to fly out of their bodies and into the inheritance totem.

When each soul fire sinks into the inheritance totem, a name will light up on the surface of the inheritance totem, and the lit name will roll with the light of the totem pole and sink into the interior of the totem pole, and more names will turn from the interior of the totem pole to the surface of the totem pole.

It seemed that those names were greeting their masters. Whenever they were lit, there would be a faint murmur sound.

The team began to move forward slowly, and more orc undead appeared, and the level of appearance was getting higher and higher...

No one in humans spoke, and this picture looked really shocking. At this moment, even the person who looked down on orcs the most could not say any slander.

"Merlin, won't these orcs appear in front of orcs? What's wrong now?"

Andafa floated to Lin Yun and asked in a low voice.

Lin Yun shook his head.

"They are all warriors, not undead."

After saying that, Lin Yun continued to look at the undead army that rushed forward and rushed forward.

The souls of these orcs are suppressing the Great Lord of the Rage Flame. Their bodies have turned into undead, and the connection between the soul and the body cannot be completely cut off.

As long as the orc souls that are suppressing the Great Lord of the Angry Flame have not disappeared, these undead will never disappear. Even if they are killed, their bodies will be burned to ashes, and they will still be resurrected under the earth and crawl out of the earth again.

The endless breath of death, the souls of the orcs, and even their unyielding will, are the powers that support these undead spirits.

While those souls were still suppressing the Great Lord of the Angry Flame, these undeads, especially the advanced undeads, had more or less some memories of their lifetime. It was completely normal that they were not close to the orcs' tribes and were unwilling to let the orcs see them.

These orcs who are undead must not want the living orcs to know them, but those souls gather together to form a new inheritance totem. These orcs are equivalent to losing control and leaving only pure instincts.

They will attack all living creatures, just like normal undead.

According to legend, the emergence of the dead is because of the hatred of the living. They will instinctively attack any living creature. This is instinct, just like a person needs to breathe.

Lin Yun had long known that the undead would definitely appear, and this time it was the time to let the heroic souls of the ancient orcs rest completely.

The team was moving forward very slowly. I don’t know how many orcs died. Their bodies reintegrated into the earth, and the soul fire merged into the inheritance totem.

Slowly, there were fewer orcs at level 20, and in the end they disappeared completely. Those who continued to rush up were at least level 25 or above...

Two hours later, the undead below level 30 disappeared...

Lin Yun also saw several "acquaintances". All the highest undead who had been killed before were resurrected. Behind them, the dark ancestor spirit, the ghost behemoth, and the undead shaman all appeared...

The dark aura of the dark ancestor spirit slowly dissipated, and the breath of death slowly dissipated. In the end, the body turned into a light blue light, like a blue river, and rushed into the inheritance totem from a distance.

And the ghost behemoth roared to the sky, as if with a little cheer, and the huge body jumped up like a big dog pounced on its owner...

His translucent body slowly dissipated, and also turned into a long river of light, all integrated into the inherited totem...

In the end, all the orc undead disappeared, and only the last heavenly rank death shaman.

A slowly burning soul fire swayed in the eyes of the Death Shaman. His soul fire was not as crazy as other orc undead, like a pure ordinary undead.

His soul fire was very calm, and his empty eyes seemed to have a light of wisdom. He looked at the inherited totem in the hands of the great chief in the distance. He slowly fell to the ground and walked over step by step.

The closer he got, the stronger the wisdom light in his eyes became. When he reached the three hundred meters range of inherited totem, his soul fire had not yet floated out.

Deidala next to her frowned and took out her metal staff, and a ball of orange flames burned. The others also took out their weapons and prepared to fight.

Lin Yun suddenly appeared next to Deidala, reached out to stop Deidala, and shook his head at Deidala.

"It's okay, he's on a pilgrimage."

A hundred meters away, the light of wisdom flashed in the eyes of the Death Shaman was like an old wise man.

He slowly knelt down, like an ordinary orc going on a pilgrimage, kneeling to the inheritance totem.

The chief walked down silently, put the inheritance totem in front of the Death Shaman, and then stood on both sides with the army of orcs as if welcoming the return of the hero.

The death shaman slowly walked towards the inheritance totem. When he was ten meters away, he raised his hands, took off his head, and silently placed it in front of the inheritance totem.

In an instant, the soul fire in his head disappeared into the inheritance totem, and his body instantly turned into ashes and dissipated. However, the skull did not turn into ashes, but was attracted by the inheritance totem and flew to the top of the inheritance totem, as if it had merged into the inheritance totem, growing at the top of the inheritance totem.

A huge name flashed out on the inheritance totem, Lexus!

All other names linger around this name, and the inherited totem suddenly burst out with endless light, and a halo spreads around.

In an instant, this black and gray land full of silence regained its vitality. Grass and vegetation grew out of the earth, and all the breath of death dissipated, as if everything just now was an illusion.

The chief led the orc cavalry and respectfully knelt in front of the inheritance totem, and then put it away.

Lin Yun looked at the skull on the inheritance totem with admiration in his eyes.

This is a pure warrior. Everything he does, even if he is not an orc, will respect him. It has nothing to do with strength, it is purely just because of his actions. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!