Building the Strongest Undead Empire from Scratch - Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Enemy invasion
“Go to hell! I will never surrender!”

The Ironfist chieftain gripped his warhammer tightly and suddenly lunged, channeling his full lv7 Monarch level power into a strike aimed at Durin.

Even if he died, he would take down this traitor!

Bang!

A bone shield materialized out of thin air, blocking the Ironfist chieftain’s strike. The energy from the warhammer couldn’t even scratch it.

Then, several bone spikes extended from the sides, instantly forcing the Ironfist chieftain back.

He looked up to see three undead floating beside Durin, each as powerful as himself!

“Kill him!” Sophie commanded coldly from not far away. There was no need to make such a stubborn individual submit.

The three liches immediately surrounded the Ironfist chieftain, while Durin pulled the reins to steer his mount away from the battle, leading the dwarves towards Ironforge’s gates.

Even though the dwarves’ mounts could fly, they dared not ascend recklessly. The sky was now a battlefield dominated by bone dragons and ghost dragons.

With a crack, Ironforge’s shield, having endured so many dragon breaths, finally shattered.

Countless bone dragons poured into the city, their flames destroying everything. The massive dragons landed within the city, their claws and tails wreaking havoc, and their breath of dragon incinerating the dwarves.

Some bone dragons landed on the walls, their weight causing the structures to crumble, destroying weapons and equipment, and knocking dwarves off the walls.

Almost instantly after the shield shattered, the dwarves on the walls were wiped out.

The dwarf cavalry in the sky fared no better. The ghost dragons were even more terrifying than the bone dragons. Just opening their mouths could devour the dwarves’ souls.

The souls burned in their mouths, then were expelled as breath of dragon, the corrosive blue beams annihilating everything. The dwarves fled in terror.

If they were burned by the bone dragons’ flames, they might survive if lucky. But a ghost dragon’s attack meant certain death.

Ironforge’s walls crumbled, the city engulfed in flames and smoke. The dwarves’ anguished cries filled the air, their faces etched with despair.

This war was overwhelmingly one-sided. The undead’s power was terrifying.

“Broadbeam chieftain… stop this futile resistance. Surrender…”

“They’re all dead. Don’t send more to their deaths!”

“What are these creatures? They can’t be killed. Why are we fighting them?”

Some dwarves, their spirits broken, lost the will to fight and knelt. This was a war they couldn’t win.

Whoosh—

A dragon tail swept through, killing one of the despairing dwarves. The bone dragons continued their battle, indifferent to the tiny figures below.

In the sky, countless ghost dragons had completely covered Ironforge.

They didn’t care if the enemy surrendered. They only followed Arthur and Riven’s orders. Without a command to stop, they would continue attacking until everything was destroyed.

At the gates, Monarch level dwarves guarded the Broadbeam chieftain, fighting the bone dragons.

Suddenly, a lv7 lich entered the fray, quickly overwhelming several lower-level Monarchs.

The Broadbeam chieftain was shocked. He had long abandoned the idea of defending Ironforge with the Ironfist clan. Now, he only wanted to escape under his subordinates’ cover.

Staying meant certain death.

But it was too late.

“Broadbeam chieftain, will you fight to the death like the Ironfist chieftain?” Durin asked, not just as a threat but as a final warning.

Four liches surrounded the Broadbeam chieftain. The ground and sky were filled with undead. Even if he could fly, escape was impossible.

“I surrender,” the Broadbeam chieftain said through gritted teeth, dropping his weapon and kneeling.

Durin sighed in relief. Continuing the fight would have killed all the dwarves in Ironforge. This was the best outcome, preserving some strength for the unified dwarf kingdom.

The other Monarch level dwarves, seeing the Broadbeam chieftain kneel, also knelt, expressing their submission. Even the Ironfist royal family’s Monarch dwarves followed suit.

Durin looked at Sophie.

“Leader, they’ve surrendered. We can have the two race kings stop the attack.”

Sophie nodded. The battle was finally over, and the dwarf kingdom could be unified.

…

[Congratulations on conquering the dwarf kingdom, earning Auxiliary Barracks and Kingdom’s Tear.]

In her palace, Alex received the system notification and was instantly delighted.

“Why are the rewards so few?”

Alex was a bit disappointed. The rewards were less than those for the man-eating ant kingdom.

Without hesitation, she built the Auxiliary Barrack in Sophie’s town, giving her two dwarf Barracks.

As for the Kingdom’s Tear, Alex took it out and merged it with her own, absorbing it instantly.

[Kingdom’s Tear Upgrade Progress: 13/100]

It increased by 7 points. Clearly, Kingdom’s Tears varied in value. The dwarf kingdom was stronger than the hobgoblin and man-eating ant kingdoms, even in their divided state.

Resource tallying would take some time, but Alex wasn’t in a hurry. She could wait.

The dwarf kingdom’s resources were undoubtedly the most abundant. She would soon have an abundant supply of iron ingots.

Additionally, the dwarves provided countless laborers and artisans, making them more valuable than hobgoblins.

This battle had cost tens of thousands of dwarf lives, with two-thirds of the main force lost. If not for the Ironfist chieftain’s death, they would have fought to the last.

But Alex gained significant experience points, nearing her level cap. Opening multiple battlefronts accelerated her leveling.

“I’m almost lv9 Monarch.”

She hoped the experience required to reach King level wouldn’t be too much.

Meanwhile, in Whispering Meadows, within the hobgoblin kingdom’s basin.

A blond man with flowing hair arrived, observing the undead fortress without attacking.

He seemed to be sensing something.

“So, the ones who obtained the Godhead were these undead.”

The blond man pondered, recalling the Godhead incident and the mysterious deaths of several Monarchs.

A faint ripple of holy light spread out as he closed his eyes, sensing everything around him.

Moments later, his eyes flashed gold as he opened them.

“North.”

He whispered with a smile, disappearing instantly.

Neither the hobgoblins nor the undead noticed.

“An undead city?”

The blond man stepped into Undead City’s territory, a massive black city appearing before him.

Facing the shield blocking his path, he lightly touched it, and a golden light flashed, shattering the shield instantly.

He continued walking towards the city, unfazed.

The defense towers sensed the intrusion and began charging, firing at the man.

The undead outside the city were also alerted, swarming towards him.

But the man walked leisurely, not even bothering to counterattack.

The artillery vanished before him, and the undead began to fall within ten yards of him, their soul flames extinguished, their bones turning to dust.

[Warning! Enemy invasion!]

[Warning! Crystal Shield shattered!]

Alex, who had just finished upgrading, saw the system’s urgent alerts, a sense of dread washing over her.

How did someone find my city?!

Immediately after, she saw notifications of nearly a thousand undead deaths.