"Human cavalry! How could humans be here?" The Orcs screamed in terror, their eyes filled with confusion and fear. Ever since the northern human cavalry had marched south in force, no humans had ventured deep into this land for a very long time. They had only wanted to find something to fill their empty stomachs and ease the hunger that had shriveled their bellies through winter, yet they would remain on this wasteland forever.
At the Barren Stone Tribe, the chieftain, "King Han," squatted on his fur-covered throne—though it was really just a seat made of piled stones and wood, draped in animal hides. Looking at the Orc before him, whose chest had caved in and whose arm was broken, he could not help but shudder. Their tribe had survived the Battle of Panya Creek at the northern foot of the Grey Mountains! They had seen Lagrange's iron cavalry! They recognized the crushing fist of Lagrange's Dragon Riders even more clearly! Their faces had been lit red by the flames of the Grand Forbidden Spell back then! Had Han Xuyang, chieftain of the Barren Stone Tribe, not led his people away so quickly, they too would have been scoured clean by the Lagrange Kingdom! In those years before the Nazgûl intervened, the regime that had preceded the Lagrange Kingdom had possessed terrifying offensive strength!
"Are you certain you did not mistake that flag?" After a long silence, King Han, wrapped in thick animal hides, asked the Orc lying below him with a wary look in his eyes. But no one could answer him anymore! The Orc with the caved-in chest had long since stopped breathing. It was already fortunate enough that it had returned with one last breath to deliver the report! Hundreds of Orcs like it had long