The flame of battle was reignited.
With roaring drum beats, the Orc army rushed in once more.
700 years.
It had been 700 years.
From the moment the city of Autumnfall was founded, the Orcs had lost this land. Among their oldest ballads, they also recorded how fertile the land they once had, the beautiful land flowing through the agate river, but now they could only struggle in the wilderness of the northwest. Eugene's rise brought the orc clan back to power, they defeated the Ogres, the Lizardmen, and even the dwarven army, and occupied a good land in the northwest.
However, Eugene was already old.
He didn't have much time, unlike the other spellcasters.
Eugene and the Orc tribe all knew about this.
