"My lord." The messenger said, knelling in front of the Chugh king.
"Speak. What is the present condition of the war." The king asked, though he knew it wasn't good.
"Yes sir." He replied.
"We have lost eleventh thousand of our soldiers. General Ironfang has been defeted and in addition, all our orc reinforcements are dead."
The king's eyes widened, griiting his teeth, clutching his goblet tightly, worry mixed with horror covered his face.
"S-sent all our reinforcement. All of them! A-and where is the Orc king?" He shouted.
"Sir..." The messengers voice trembled.
"What?" He growled.
"Sir... The Orc King has..." He said, voice trembling, "ran away."
He leaned back in his, his hand raised to rub his face, "That stupid orc..." He muttered under his breath.
"Now go! Why're you just staring at my face!" He shouted again.
"Yes sir!" The mesenger left in a hurry.
As he left the tent, he saw Kin was outside, eavesdropping. The messenger bowed respectfully and left.
