North of Karl Plains.
Hu! Hu! Hu!
The dense sound of arrows whooshing through the air echoed across the wilderness.
Thousands of arrows rained down like a torrential downpour.
Toppling one wavering figure after another.
Upon closer inspection, they were unmistakably a head of orc after another.
However, they had withering yellow fur, were weak and thin, their teeth yellowed and many had fallen out—clearly, these were old orcs that struggled to survive into their later years.
They rushed towards the front in groups, but were covered by the dense rain of arrows, falling in great numbers.
Only a very few experienced old orcs, relying on a portion of their strength and luck, managed to struggle to the base of the city wall.
Then, dense rocks fell from above.
The old orcs stared with their murky eyes, filled with unwillingness and roars of anger.
Pu tong!
Ka cha!
Soon, they were all cleanly dead.
