The orc chieftain felt sparingly dazed when it heard this.
A special feeling arose in its heart. It was the temperament that a leader should have. This charming existence seemed worthy of reliance.
However, the orc chieftain suppressed this thought after a moment.
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
A deep roar resounded through the sky, and its body suddenly emitted scarlet energy.
The energy enveloped the surrounding troops.
The next moment.
The orcs, who wavered, immediately had blood vessels in their eyes, and their momentum rose sharply.
Their hearts became supremely fierce, and they no longer had any thoughts of surrender.
Berserk.
The signature skill of the orcs.
"Human, you are seeking your death!"
The orc chieftain glared at Richard with bloodshot eyes.
It saw a large group of wyverns fly over from the horizon out of the corner of its eyes. Its face gradually became ferocious.
