"Huh? What are those?" asked one of the guards with his sword drawn. He squinted his eyes to better focus his vision. "Huh?! Tusk?" his pupils shrunk before his armor jittered. He gulped. "Orcs! There are orcs!"
His shout quickly courted the attention of his surroundings. The guards promptly came to his aid and stood by his side. Their eyes were horrified by what was coming at them. The wild bloodlust in those green-skinned creatures was creeping on their skins.
"Why would the orcs attack us?! Nostria is a free kingdom for all races!" uttered one of the guards as his hands started to tremble.
"The hell should I know?!"
"We are outnumbered! Immensely!" one of them gulped.
"Don't waver now!" a hoarse voice traversed through before an old man with a simple robe jumped right in front of them.
"Grandmaster Zitian!"
