A chilling air filled the land of the Orcs.
Relafan narrowed his eyes and stared ahead. He had noticed that Cat had its paw on the panel a second too late.
'So that was how it got authenticated.'
The dust and smoke that rose from the two successive canon shots started to fade away. Not even debris and rubble remained on the ground that had been cleaned out by the attack.
The large cloud of dust and smoke made it impossible to see beyond it, but Relafan did not have to.
After all, the Orcs that had posed a threat to Ramus all this time had suddenly fallen into a frenzied panic. All of the pigs with half the intelligence of a slug started flailing their weapons and running around.
Relafan smiled as Ramus ran over to him. Even if Ramus was in plain sight now, it did not matter.
A horde of Orcs that had lost its lord was no better than no horde of Orcs.
