The fire raged fiercely, with thick smoke soaring into the sky.
The mysterious woman wearing a mask stood atop the front city wall.
On both sides of the city walls stood two-headed undead dragons with fierce appearances.
The smell of scorching, the light of fires burning amidst the ruins.
It was as if they were in hell, magnifying the orcs' tension and fear incessantly.
Every orc stood in the square, looking up in silence at the masked woman of the Blood Clan.
The hatred between orcs and the Blood Clan had reached an irreconcilable point.
And the promise of no death from the other side, upon reflection, was not reliable.
What if they were deceiving themselves?
What to do when they laid down their weapons, and the enemy continued to attack?
Better to fight back; at least they could take a few down with them.
