The smell of roasted goat spreads throughout the camp of the orch race. Making them orchs who were warming themselves in front of the bonfire glanced towards the main bonfire, where they the leaders of the orch race were waiting for their dinner which was grilled goat.
"Sir, please be patient for a moment... a little more this goat will be ready for you to eat" the orch who was in charge of being the chef said apologetically to the Orch King.
"I... know....." The Orch King replied in a cold tone as he took a large cup filled with drink.
" Glup...glup..glup...." The sound of swallowing a drink was very clear from the orch king's mouth, but no one dared to interrupt him to enjoy it.
Until 10 minutes later, the chef began to cut off one leg of the grilled lamb and respectfully handed it over to the Orch King.
"Milord...please enjoy!!" With a flattering expression the chef gave his work.
"Erm..."
