Looking at the Orc Chieftain Mag's unstoppable figure, the Orc warriors who were originally afraid continued to charge forward under the smoke and explosion aftermath of artillery fire.
Who fears for their life?
Who is afraid of death?
Yes, it's the Orc Chieftain Mag!
It charged at such a swift speed that in no time, it vanished from the Orc warriors' sight.
They could only hear roaring and shouting, encouraging themselves to charge into the baptism of shells.
However, what they couldn't see was...
Orc Chieftain Mag had already slipped underground, leading a huge earth-drilling worm, "watching" the battlefield above expressionlessly, cursing in Orc language:
"Damn it, aren't these Alchemy Bombs?"
"Those Goblin midget gadgets! Why are there so many here?"
"Damn it, Humans have mastered Goblin Bombs and can even deploy them from afar."
"This message must be reported to His Excellency Ironskin Grigg as soon as possible..."
