Outside the entrance of the catacombs, the air was tense with murmurs and discussions.
The leaders of the gathered Orc clans stood in small circles, their imposing figures casting long shadows in the dim light.
It was an unusual alliance: the Bloodfang Clan, the Ironhide Clan, the Thunderstrike Clan, the Stonefist Clan, the Shadowclaw Clan, the Fireblood Clan, and the Frostbite Clan.
Despite the uneasy truce, none of them could hide their disdain toward the Dreadmaw Clan—a clan known for its hunting prowess but not much else.
"Hmph, can you believe it?" sneered Garnok, the chieftain of the Thunderstrike Clan, his massive arms crossed over his chest. "A hunter clan, of all things, is the first to enter the catacombs. They probably think tracking animals is the same as conquering dungeons."
The Ironhide Chieftain, Raghur, chuckled heartily, his large frame shaking with mirth.
