The Author's POV

-Rumble! -Rumble!

The ground shook as an ocean of bulky figures wearing large metallic armors walked through the vast plains of Immorra.

As the troops marched forwards, they left nothing but devastation in their wake as they crushed anything that obstructed their paths.

With each step they took, the ground beneath them shook.

Be it demons or beasts, they would attack and show no mercy.

Blood spilled everywhere as the green plains of Immorra were dyed by a sea of blood.

Karum! Karum! Karum!

Chanting their war cry, the orcs excitedly plundered the cities they crossed and took whatever they could find.

Food, clothing, gems, coins, anything that could be taken was taken.

Nothing was spared.

"Khrrr..."

Standing behind the army, overlooking the orcs from the distance, was an imposing and enormous figure whose frame was much larger than that of the orcs in the distance.

The figure's muscles were extremely defined as they bulged out of his body. His forearm alone was the size of a human head.

The orc's skin was a shade of dark green and on his body, were red tattoos that traced from his face all the way to his abdomen.

"Khhr...khrr..."

Thin adulation of energy emanated from the orc's body every time he took a breath as a stifling atmosphere shrouded the area he was in.

With his eyes closed, the orc had his arms crossed and stood still without moving a single muscle.

He acted as though nobody was around him.

As the green orc stood motionlessly with his eyes closed, behind him, five orcs stood with their backs straight not daring to make a single move nor utter a single word afraid of angering the orc before them.

Although each of the five orcs that stood with their backs straight all had rather powerful energies, theirs was a far cry from the power of the orc that was before them...as just a single glance from him could cause their blood to freeze.

Omgolung

That was the name of the figure before them, and he was their chief.

"Hm?"

Sensing something, Omgolung suddenly opened his eyes as he stared towards the distance.

"Has something happened chief?"

Noticing Omgolung's strange behavior, slowly walking towards his direction was a thin elder-looking orc that supported his body with the help of a wooden staff.

Glancing at the elder-looking orc before him for a second and staring toward the distance Omogulg's deep and raspy voice resounded across the space.

"Umhra, I sense it..."

Solemnly looking at Omgolung, the elder-looking orc named Umhra asked.

"Sense what?"

After a short pause, an extremely frightening pressure exuded from Omgolung's body as he slowly spat.

"...I sense the demonic presence that is responsible for my child's death"

-Fwua!

Suddenly, like a tremendous gust of wind, everything around Omgolung was swept away as the orcs standing behind him had a hard time stopping themselves from being swept away as well. It was as though a tremendous tornado was upon them.

"khhh...chief!"

Fortunately, the pressure did not last for long as Omgolung was able to quickly regain his composure.

Sighing in relief, opening his eyes slightly, Umhra asked.

my impudence, where is the

a second to get a better feel of where the energy was coming from, after a minute, Omgolung

killed my son

elder-looking

Marquiss

"Yes..."

of Azeroth's name, Omgolung showed no reaction as he had already expected such a scenario

his city, it meant that he was the one who had issued the orders

as the bloodlust that he had kept hidden within his body slowly started to reveal itself

wasn't for that darned

Silug, Omgolung felt

Failure upon failure.

first failure in the expedition...and the same thing happened

he done his job properly, none

"...Silug"

breath, a thick bloodlust emanated from

specific reason as to why he had

set an example for

was the price of

wasn't

at war

just wanted to teach him a

the only reason why he was leaving

had to show him

climax would he release him and let

this was

it solidify his position even more, but it would also boost the morale of the troops as Silug was a force to

"Chief!"

bloodlust leaking from his body,

the troops to go there? I mean

head,

of the minor

"Understood"

Umhra

-Boooummmmm!

soon as Umhra blew on the horn, a shockwave swept the surroundings as every orc in the distance stopped whatever they

"keumm...Keumm..."

clearing his throat and putting the horn back, glancing

the orders of chief Omgolung we are going to

at each other for a couple of seconds, the orcs proceeded to shout their war cry completely unaware of the fact that most will die as a result of this

Karum! Karum! Karum!

...

"Stop!"

day after deciding to go to Setin, abruptly staring into the distance, Omgolung suddenly halted his steps as glared towards a certain area

"Show yourself"

gotten better of the

the air with two empty eyes stood a black humanoid figure who indifferently

single one of them had a

since we last met

veil dangled around the creature's torso...resembling a lot like the heads of a few

towards Azeroth intensified as

unstable state of mind, the elder-looking orc next to him

is likely a trap to rile you

set up by Azeroth in order to rile up Omgolung so that he

calmed down as he nodded Umhra

"...a pity"

shift away from Omgolung even once. A bony tail swept behind

Spiky bones and blistering membranes stretched upward preventing anyone from seeing anything other than this being. Still, as the creature stared

my question Omgolung, why are you suddenly attacking

fiercely, Omgolung's

not play dumb, you

his head, Azeroth

because you

"Khrrr...as you wish"

took, a similar sound to that

games, he was