As dark clouds enveloped the sky and blocked the sunlight from shining down upon the land, on a mountain range, rumbling sounds echoed across the surroundings.
-Rumble! -Rumble!
Marching through the large rocky terrain were over a thousand orcs wearing thick metallic armor that weighed over a couple of tons. With each step they took the ground beneath them shook.
"Randim gal"
Walking at the front of the army of orcs were two orcs that stood out from the rest.
A white orc and a red orc.
Presently, both of their faces were incomparably dark as their chests heaved up and down unevenly.
The legion commander, Silug, had an especially terrifying expression as the large scar on his face became even more glaring.
As we walked, a boundless bloodlust exuded from his body.
