"Boyle, what about you? Do you also have unfinished tasks?" Fang Hao looked again at the Orc Chief.
The sturdy Orc standing below only now raised his head.
First, he glanced at the Dragon Queen, the four black-armored warriors, Hydra, and a host of other heroes nearby.
Only then did his gaze settle back onto the young Human seated in the main position.
He spoke, "I too hope that the Orc Clan can survive."
Boyle's background, in fact, had its twists and turns.
He was essentially a prisoner from the Gladiator Arena, with high combat talent and stronger level advancements.
But his status within the Orcs had never been high.
If it wasn't for the recent death of the Demigod leader of the Orcs, who urgently needed a high-level hero to take over, they would never have chosen him.
Of course, these were his personal experiences. Being born an Orc and now seated in this position, it was natural for him to plan for the Orc Clan's future.
