With the flame breaths picking them off, the number of orcs started to decrease.
It was only a matter of time before there were only a few orcs that were surrounding the king.
All of them looked like they didn't know what to do and the only reason that they hadn't run off was because they had seen what had happened to those that ran off. They knew that there was nothing to gain from acting rashly like the others had done.
There was no loyalty in their actions at all, they didn't feel this kind of loyalty to the Orc King.
They only cared about their own lives.
However, that didn't mean that they had all the time in the world to keep stalling like this.
They were surrounded in flames and the flames kept approaching them since everything in the camp was flammable. The camp was made of sticks and stones and those sticks burned quite well since this was a dry area in the first place.
