The largest orc army ever assembled in tens of thousands of years, more than forty million strong, with ten of these orcs in the twelfth ring.
Naturally, such an army brought panic to all the regions surrounding the swamps of the Green Skins.
Especially the kingdom of Valemont, which usually only received attacks from border orc armies, infinitely inferior in power to that one, where a single warlord would be enough to exterminate the entire kingdom.
That army, in fact, was the main reason David was losing so much sleep.
But fortunately, it wouldn't last long.
From afternoon to the darkness of night, and at dawn, two figures continued to fight relentlessly, draining their energy as they eliminated horde after horde.
When they finished, shortly before noon, some piles of corpses reached hundreds of meters in height.
The few remaining orcs, cowards in front of their own people, ran to the hills.
"Ah... this is good..."
