Under the night sky, in The Great Forest Land, the homeland of the Orcs, a slender young girl looked toward the west, sensing a familiar yet unfamiliar presence coming from that direction.
"Could it be... the aura of that axe?" She glanced at the old Orc beside her, who lifted his head, looked westward, and then sighed, "It's that axe."
In the old era, when Orcs were fragmented and had not yet formed an alliance, legends spoke of some who wished to unite the various Orc clans with their strength. Among them emerged a great warrior, a bear person named Bill, tall and fierce, wielding a battle axe called The Ripper.
But he preferred to call it Blood Roar.
Blood symbolized death, and the roar symbolized glory.
He was a great warrior, gathering more than half of the Orc clans under his battle flag. If not for the chaotic invasion, he might have become the king of the Orc kingdom, the eternal chosen champion of the Goddess of Nature.
