Orc, whose name was Ok, was a young orc warrior, but he was the most outstanding warrior among his peers. Every time he looked at his robust gray skin, he felt immensely proud. He had always been proud to be a member of the Gray Stone tribe since he was a child.

The Gray Stone tribe was composed of gray-skinned orcs. The tribe's leader and the elders had always told Ok that orcs were the most superior race in the world, and that dwarves, elves, humans, and others were inferior races. And among the orc race, gray-skinned orcs were the bravest and smartest, surpassing the clumsy green-skinned orcs and the cunning yellow-skinned orcs.

So Ok, who was proud of being a gray-skinned orc, felt extremely excited and happy when he heard that he would embark on his first expedition in his life. Moreover, when he heard that the other one hundred orcs on this expedition were almost all elite orcs, Ok felt even more glorious and proud.

However, he felt a little discouraged when he learned that there were only two enemies. After all, it might not even be his turn to participate when one hundred orcs were going to deal with two ordinary humans.

Fortunately, Ok later learned that the great chief of the Gray Stone tribe, Reels, would also participate in this expedition. So even if he didn't have the opportunity to kill enemies, it would still be an extremely honorable expedition.

Perhaps when he returned from this expedition, he would propose to his childhood sweetheart. Maybe this time she would say yes.

Ok fantasized about the scene of triumphantly returning after victory and being happily together with his beloved orc girl.

However, when he actually encountered the enemy, Ok realized that he had been too naive.

The first volley of arrows failed to kill the enemy, but more than twenty orcs on their side had already died.

Looking at the human with black wings, Ok realized that the enemy was a formidable opponent.

He understood why the chief had dispatched one hundred elite orcs to deal with just a human.

At this moment, Ok's palms started sweating, and his body trembled slightly, which he had never experienced before.

Was this the feeling of fear when facing an incredibly powerful enemy?

"Orc brothers..."

But at this moment, the magnificent speech of Chief Reels, dressed in splendid armor, dispelled his fear and unease.

In his heart, an infinite power and confidence surged again.

Yes! He was an orc! He was an orc with proud and glorious traditions! He was one of the bravest gray-skinned orcs in the world! He was a member of the greatest Gray Stone tribe in the world! He would definitely achieve victory!

And beside him, there was the great chief of the tribe, Chief Reels. He believed that as long as they had a great chief, the heroic and glorious orcs would defeat any enemy!

With the sound of the charge horn, Ok rode his wolf and charged towards the human with black wings.

The enemy might be strong, but we have more people.

The enemy might be strong, but we are braver.

The enemy might be strong, but we have a stronger belief in victory!

Perhaps there would be sacrifices among the orcs, and maybe he would also sacrifice himself, but he believed that victory would surely belong to the great Gray Stone tribe!

"Roar!" Ok roared as he rushed down the hill. He turned his head and saw that Chief Reels was also wielding a giant axe beside him.

He felt the orc's pride once again, felt the orc's glory once again, and felt fortunate and proud to fight alongside the great chief!

But Ok noticed that the enemy with black wings was still standing next to the cottage, not taking any action despite the flooding orc army.

That guy is really calm. Humans are hard to understand.

Ok couldn't help but wonder.

But at this moment, a terrified cry suddenly came from the charging orc army, and Ok saw that the orcs in front of him raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Ok also looked up.

To his surprise, a huge red hexagonal magic circle appeared in the sky above the orc army, covering most of the charging orc forces.

What?

Ok immediately thought that this might be the enemy's ranged attack magic.

And the reason why the humans had allowed the orcs to approach might be that when the orc army got closer, they would gather more closely, making it easier for the enemy's ranged magic attack.What should we do next? Should we retreat or continue to charge? We're so close to the enemy now.

We should continue to charge! We're already this close, we should continue the attack for the glory of the orcs! I believe the great chieftain would do the same!

As Orc thought this, he glanced at the chieftain beside him.

But to his surprise, the chieftain was riding a worg and turned around to retreat!

Are they retreating?

Orc wondered in astonishment, and suddenly he noticed a huge space-time distortion beneath the entire magic circle in the sky. The forms of the orcs and worgs in front also experienced a distortion of light.

Then Orc found that his field of vision was replaced by a red light.

The next moment, Orc saw the scenery around him change. The wide grassland disappeared and was replaced by a charred ground. And this ground seemed to be suspended in the air, because not far away Orc could see the red void without starlight or moonlit.

"Where is this?" The orcs in front also began to shout, but instantly their voices stopped.

Because Orc and the orcs saw two huge black things standing not far ahead.

"Stone giants!" An orc shouted.

Only then did Orc notice that the black things were humanoid objects composed of several huge black stones. They had a head and four limbs, and their heads had two sharp purple lights that resembled eyes.

These two stone giants were at least twenty meters tall. Could they be enemies?

Looking at these huge opponents, Orc felt fear again. The difference in size made it impossible for Orc to defeat them.

The only hope was that they were not enemies.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" But at this time, the two stone giants rushed towards the orc crowd, shattering Orc's illusion.

"They're coming!" an orc exclaimed.

The formation of the orcs in front also became somewhat chaotic.

"The chieftain is here too!" Someone shouted, and the orcs all turned their gaze to the position behind Orc.

Orc also turned around and saw the great chieftain riding a worg behind him.

The orcs instantly regained confidence.

The chieftain is still here! As long as the greatest orc warrior in the Graystone Tribe, Chieftain Reels, is here, he will lead us to victory!

Everyone's eyes turned to the chieftain, hoping that he would give the command to charge.

However...

The orc chieftain did not speak, he just looked at the charging stone giants, then looked at the endless void around, and with an expression of horror, he turned his worg's head and fled backward, heading towards the end of this piece of land floating in the red void.

"The chieftain!"

The orc army instantly fell into chaos. Because of the chieftain's retreat, the orcs' fighting spirit disappeared instantly.

They ran away, they waited to die, they wailed.

Facing an seemingly unbeatable enemy, the orcs were already hopeless and scattered.

But then...

"Charge! Brave orcs!"

Amidst the chaotic orc crowd, a loud roar came out, it was Orc's furious shout.

Riding his beloved worg, he charged towards the immensely huge black giant.......