The orc Baldur talked about this name as if he were telling a joke:

"The first counterattack back then seemed huge. I had already made plans to destroy the city and change our banner. But in the end, the leaders just imitated Black, the Black Orc, and the 'Queen' who supported us was also the same one.

The youngest daughter of the wandering Pasha Sil and her sisters brought them to the city wall, condolences to the laborers in front of their father, and read out a pre-war message to their father on the spot.

"Aha, you don't know how ugly the deposed king's face was at that time. He was so angry that he vomited blood and fell from his horse. He was defeated thousands of miles away and has never organized any decent battles since then.

"I guess this time I heard that Luskan openly declared war on Moonshadow Island, and I thought it was a good opportunity not to be missed. Don't worry, that loser, if he can bring down Karin again, I, Baldr, will give me my head

Remove it and stuff it into your buttocks.

"As far as I'm concerned, they don't have the combat effectiveness of the 'Jennesal' rebel group in the Marching Mountains who clamor for the liberation of slaves all day long."

Fischer and Hotz couldn't help but look at each other after hearing this...

I always feel like... the simplicity of the folk customs in this hellish place called Calinshan is not inferior to that of Gelthorne back then...

At the same time, I also gained a new understanding of the level of chaos in Calinshan.

Black, the black orc who is still hiding and accumulating strength, the twisted runes that dance with joy for death, the Ryden Federation whose composition is still unclear, the dark churches that secretly stir up the tide, and this entrenched power in the Marching Mountains

In the sky above all of this, there is the 'Dragon Quesa of Shane' who wakes up and stirs up thunder once in a century.

Levi, who was sitting on Fisher's shoulder, was secretly frightened by the horrific mortality rate that was inadvertently revealed in the orc tax collector's words.

A battle of this magnitude should have involved tens of thousands of people at least, but in the words of the other party, it was like wheat in the field ready to be harvested at any time...

This is true...human life is like a piece of grass.

Such a place, such a hell on earth.
Chapter completed!