The only thing that i remembered was, how quiet it was.
The Orcs that invaded us, numbers millions, or billions...
No notifications, no Declaration of war... Nothing.
Our outskirt cities were hit, many lives were taken, we saw our own kind get devoured by the orcs... many mothers witness their children eaten alive... babies... infants.. even soldiers were eaten alive, to sate the hungry orc soldiers that invaded us, no rape happened... they prefer to eat us alive, slowly while we scream in pain, they laughed while we screamed, our mounts were eaten, we have no way to fight back, their cavalry mounted giant wolves while we only mounted horses.
The King deployed their army and reserves to fight back, but it was futile, they are way stronger, faster, fiercer, and more terrifying than we think... this caused a great panic in the country, many nobles died defending their territory, we lost 95% of our territory, only the capital and 2 cities are left, the King begged for other to help the humans, but they all refused, the Demons were hit first by the Orcs but they were stronger than the Orcs so they fend off the attacking Orcs easily, so the Orcs switched to weaker targets, Humans....
The King cried for help until he cried blood, he can't witness anymore of his citizens in pain and suffering, it made him mad...
The King lost his mind, The Queen almost lost her mind after knowing her firstborn was on the frontline during an orc attack towards Lancaster City, yet no news came from him, her second son faced the same destiny, yet her third son felt nothing, still drinking and playing with women, he didn't even care about his brothers or the country, the Queen felt she raised a failure of a son, but she didn't know that her third son, would soon be known as the Greatest King in Human History.
The Third son's name is Alexander von Julius, who will be the one to reform a country, fought against all the races, make a harem and become the one true king