C336 The Ancestors of the Dead

"Lord Beast King, we're at our limit! The second line of defense has been overrun, and if we can't hold the third, the capital is doomed!"

On the desolate western frontier of the continent, hordes of orcs clashed fiercely with skeletal soldiers.

Atop a nearby rise, a wolf-eared orc named Worf called out to the Beast King at his side.

"I'm aware, but we must fight to the very end