Abel had already come across many orcs before he even made his way forward for a few miles. All of those orcs had the power of a head wolf rider captain, at least.
There were Tauren, Were cat, lion man, and bear man. Those were some of the most powerful races of the orc empire; however, the powerful foxes were nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, Abel realized something. There was not a single priest. All the orcs were fighters. Were only front line fighters allowed to the orc god ceremony?
Abel didn't know why, but he was still very confident in his abilities.
None of the orcs talked to each other as they made their way towards Nam mountain.
Abel felt a little confused. He thought the ceremony would take place 10 days later, so why were there so many orcs already?
However, there was no one he could ask. The only thing he could do was to run along with the orcs.
