"Damn it, this is poison. Who did this?" Zayeli was furious. Years of battle experience had made it easy for him to recognize that they had died from poisoning.
Magmat frowned and said, "Could there be other creatures on Earth besides humans that can harm orcs?"
Zayeli looked at Koster. As the Scorpion Men chieftain, Koster frowned as he walked over to the dead orc warrior and carefully examined him. "There are no external wounds. He wasn't stung or bitten by anything. He must have eaten or drunk something."
The moment he finished speaking, Zayeli, Magmat, and Koster all revealed horrified expressions. In that instant, their bodies seemed as though they had been struck by an electric current.
"This is bad. The water is poisoned." Zayeli broke into a run up the mountain, where more than a dozen of his subordinates were still stationed.
Magmat and Koster followed him, but by the time the three reached the mountaintop, it was already too late. More than a dozen orcs had collapsed on the ground, their faces blackened as dark blood spilled from their mouths.
"Roar~!" Zayeli bared his fangs in fury and let out a savage roar toward the Snake Mouth Stronghold. "Lu Yang, I will kill you with my own hands. I pray that the gods cast your soul into Blood Purgatory."
Every orc warrior who had come with Zayeli had been personally selected by him. They were all the strongest warriors of their race.
Compared to the fertile lands of the human world, the Otherworld had remained in constant turmoil for years, with an extremely harsh environment. Training a second-rank warrior who had endured the trials of blood and fire took at least seven years. These exceptional warriors had not died on the battlefield, but in Lu Yang's poisoned