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The surrounding villages on the southern coast of Hillsbrad had extinguished candlelights, and the fishermen had been busy all day. Although it was very difficult to gain something on the sea in winter, people here still hoped to earn as much as possible before the war began. The alliance told them that they would be very calm in the next month, and they believed it.

The sea breeze still blows the windows as usual, and a fisherman was awakened. Although he was used to the sound of the windowsill being slapped, he always felt uneasy today, perhaps because of the reason why he was about to leave. He had already thought about what to do after leaving, and opened a tailor shop in Stansom, enough for him to survive. The fisherman's name is Batulo Giseti, who has lived here for decades, and the waves are like his blood. When he heard that the tribal powers came here, he and his friends had to leave their homeland on which they depended for survival, he was very angry. But he knew that this was war.

"Can't this damn sea breeze calm down? Let me have a good sleep before I leave." Jisetti walked out of the door and came to a small tula behind the house. He lit a candle and opened the wooden boards on the ground. Below was his private basement, which contained a sleeping bed and a desk. Jisetti's house was inspired by Gilness. He was different from others. There was only another space under his house in the whole village.

"I can finally have a good night's sleep." Without the sound of the sea breeze blowing the window, Jiseti tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tidi tididi tididi tididi tididi tididi tididi tididi tidididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididididi

Giseti hadn't slept for long, and a sound of footsteps from above made him open his eyes again, and quickly got up, tiptoed to put on his clothes.

‘Thief?’ Jisetti’s first reaction was that more than one person broke into his home after hearing the noise, and the other party should be very strong.

"Is it a robber?" Giseti slowly moved closer to the exit. He was about to shout as soon as he went out, but a voice changed his perception.

"Monster!" A woman's scream came from nowhere. The next second, the footsteps upstairs became rapid, and shouts were heard everywhere in the village. Jisetti's nerves immediately tense up, and he heard the screams of many people. 'This is a terrible robber.' Jisetti covered his mouth tightly, for fear of crying out of fear.

“There is no one in this room?”

He heard the people upstairs talking, a voice he had never heard before, more rougher than the tone of anyone he had ever seen.

"Maybe in other places, maybe there is no one at all."

"Impossible, there is still warmth in the bed, he must have escaped. Let's chase it, the chief wants us to kill all the humans."

The chief? Human? Giseti was trembling all over. What does this mean? It was not a robber, but an invasion. It was an invasion. Giseti shrank in the corner of the wall, sweating all over his body, and his ears were full of screams from the villagers. He heard the begging for mercy from his good neighbor Peter's family, and then..., there was nothing.

"I must be dreaming, it's just a nightmare." Giseti said to himself silently.

The next morning, the thick fog dissipated. Orgrim stepped onto the land, and the smell of blood in the air mixed with the smell of sea water. But he was more concerned about whether the surrounding house was safe. After a careful look, he was very satisfied that his people did not set fire to the urge to kill.

"There are too few people here." said an orc warrior who was no less powerful than Orgrim. He held a blood-stained battle axe, and his eyes gradually began to turn scarlet with the same green skin.

"Don't worry, hellscream." Orgrim sneered. He knew very well that Grom was not the only one who complained. There were too few humans in the surrounding villages and towns, and it was not enough to let his soldiers release their anger. "We can taste the blood of the alliance soon."

"When will we wait." Grom angrily raised his blood roar and swung his axe blade in the air. The legendary weapon was enough to make any enemy scare. "We don't even know where the alliance is."

Orgrim laughed, making Grom think he was asking a stupid question.

"The Alliance will tell us where they are, Grom."

Hellscream shook his head: "I don't understand."

Orgrim's lips rose, and he noticed that Red and Zujin were back.

"Everyone here is dead, Chief. I guarantee with my life that no human can escape," said Red.

The forest troll chief Zu Jin came forward to report on his work progress. "The scouts sent by humans have been eliminated by my warriors, the chief. They are as conceited as elves. I am very glad that the leaders of the alliance did not send elves to detect the place, otherwise there might be some trouble."

"Good, very good!" Orgrim cheered with a hammer. He turned around and looked at the thousands of warriors he brought, shouting loudly, "My warriors." All the orcs looked at the chief. "I will say something important next, but there is a prerequisite that you must keep quiet no matter what you hear." The orcs present did not respond to their chief with shouts in the Black Rock Tower, and they were very quiet. "We have arrived here, and the base camp of the alliance is somewhere in this hill called Hillsbrad,

Their numbers are dozens of times that of ours. But there is a great hope for us to win." Each orc, including Grom, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and they carried out the chief's orders. "They are now unprepared and fragile like wheat in the rice fields. They are here somewhere, but we don't need to look for them at all, because it's early morning. Think about it, they need to eat, their number is large, so how obvious the smoke is, we just need to wait, wait for them to light the firewood, and their position will be exposed."

As soon as Orgrim's words fell, a forest troll standing on a high place shouted: "It's smoke, thick smoke."

The direction the troll pointed, a large amount of white smoke appeared in the distance, especially in clear weather. Orgrim saw the victory and ordered: "As the vanguard of the War Song clan, others followed closely. Today, we will surely drink the blood of mankind!"

Alliance Barracks

The tea cup in Losa's hand suddenly fell to the ground, attracting everyone's attention.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Kadega. The warrior hesitated for a moment and shook his head. His heart suddenly beating fast and his hands were weak. "I don't know, I feel that it's not very good."

"You can take a break, you're really tired these days."

"Quelsellas's Concentration Tea has a great effect and can relieve your stress, Marshal." Aurelia said with a smile.

"Is that true?" Losa slightly calmed down his nervousness. Just as he was about to pick up a piece of bread, a soldier rushed in in panic. His armor was very messy, as if he had been dressed in urgent need.

"Beast, orc!" the soldier shouted. The bread in Losa's hand suddenly fell to the ground. His head was blank, and he wanted to ask something but didn't know how to speak. Before the people in the tent could recover from their surprise, a heart-wrenching cry came from outside. Losa and Kadega were familiar with this voice, they were orcs, many orcs.

"Prepare for combat!"

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Chapter completed!