"Humph! Come one! Let's move!" Mina shouted, causing everyone to snap out of their daze and follow after Mina as they quickly retreated.
On the battlefield, the orcs' flanks were all in a disarray. A strange occurrence was happening: a strange fog was appearing all over the side of their flanks, and then when it lifted, hundreds of their brothers would be dead. "What is going on!?"
"Leader, we have an issue with our flanks!" An orc soldier yelled out.
"What's wrong!? Just keep moving forward. If a few hundred of us are dying, then so be it! We just need to keep marching, or else the orc king will turn us into food! Actually, take the dead and send it to the rear! Let it feed His Majesty!" The orc leader on the war elephant answered. He could see something was off with how things were, but he could not stop. He did not want to be the orc king's dinner!
