But the orc commander was quick to adapt once again, maintaining a balance between the two flanks. He ordered a few elite orc warriors to hold the line at the western edge while the bulk of the reserves continued to fortify the eastern defense. As the trolls intensified their assault, orc spear tips flashed as they lunged toward the trolls, piercing through their defenses with calculated strikes.
With every orc that fell, however, the trolls felt a surge of adrenaline. They began to rally around the Breakers, their primal instincts kicking in as they fought harder than ever. The battle raged on, neither side willing to yield an inch, the eastern side becoming a chaotic clash of muscle, steel, and blood, while the orc commander calculated his next move, determined to turn the tide back in their favor. The battlefield, now a frenzied mix of bodies, echoed with the clash of titans as the orcs and trolls battled for dominance in a struggle that threatened to engulf them all.
