The noon sun lazily shone on the Orcs Main Tribe.
This enormous city, built from solid rock was intimidating to look at.
The various rock buildings in the city had a simple and rugged style, reflecting the character of the Orc race.
From a human's perspective, the city was truly ugly, with nothing worth praising. But to be honest, the Orcs didn't put much effort into building it.
They are War Lovers Orcs, making their home beautiful only make them fall into comfort. For them, comfort led to weakness, and weakness had no place in the life of a war-loving Orc.
Currently every Orcs in the tribe had serious face as they did their daily training.
News had reached the tribe from the Northern Wasteland: Prince Gombak, the beloved adopted son of the Orc Leader, had fallen in battle. More than 100,000 Orcs had perished alongside him.
