At this moment, at the foot of Sky Piercing Peak, the orcs were still in a state of observation. Nearly a thousand Frostwolf Knights were gathered on the open ground outside the serpent folk relics, looking up at the sky.
"Master Durotan, the sound of thunder seems to have stopped."
At the foot of Sky Piercing Peak, the Frostwolf Military Governor appeared somewhat nervous as he spoke to the old shaman by his side.
He detested situations that were unclear and enigmatic, and he disliked the eerie thunder and the image of the dragon even more.
He preferred to use his battle axe and fists to fight humans, rather than confront mysterious, unknown entities.
Those humans must be up to something, having come all this way here... the young Frostwolf Military Governor furrowed his brow in thought, "Master Durotan, has that thing left?"
Durotan (Prophet): "No, it is approaching—be careful!"
