Near Wind Sigh River, smoke filled the air.
On top of the cracked and dry land, numerous half-orcs were fighting fervently, as far as the eye could see.
Shouting of soldiers, crisp sounds of weapons clashing, and resounding thuds of fallen bodies filled the air along with a heavy smell of blood. It's like a lively symphony of death, looming over each soldier's head.
"Leader, look! Our... our main camp is on fire!"
On the battlefield, inside the temporary command post of the Brown Demon Half-Orc army, a green-robed Half-Orc Shaman spoke frantically to a resting Half-Orc powerhouse sitting on the ground.
This Half-Orc powerhouse was significantly stronger than other ordinary Half-Orcs, with a massive body like a small mountain and a faint aura of intense murderous intent.
From the still-wet bloodstains on his shimmering armor, it seemed that he had just returned from the front lines not long ago.
"What?!"
