Orcs were, by nature, violent creatures.
Some said they weren't always like that, that they had once been a proud and well-organized race of honorable warriors, and that after millions of years, they had devolved into a group of disorganized barbarians.
Qingyi had heard these stories many times before, but he couldn't care less about any of them.
If they had once been a proud and well-organized race, it mattered little.
For now, they were just filthy green skins, about to die by his sword.
Lucios was shocked by the teleportation at first, but remembering that Qingyi had used that technique on him before, he was able to relax.
His eyes focused on the endless orc armies surrounding them, all roaring with hatred.
Just in front of him, there were about a hundred thousand. But he knew that in total, the army surrounding them numbered in the tens of millions.
