On the sentry towers of the orc camp, brown-skinned orcs stood watch while the rest trained inside the camp.
It was daytime, and the orc scouts immediately spotted the Demon Race legion charging across the Surabi Great Rift toward them.
"Ooooh~~~~~!" The orcs in the sentry towers immediately sounded the horns.
The thousands of orc warriors did not need to assemble. Already training in the grounds, they grabbed their shields and weapons, mounted their third-tier prairie wolves, and charged out through the camp's four gates.
Over a thousand Demon Race warriors were instantly surrounded, followed by a massacre. Lu Yang watched the battle from above the clouds. Whenever a Demon Race warrior broke out of the encirclement, he killed them with a spell.
"Why are there so many orcs in the camp?"
"Lively, what is going on? Where is Lively?"
"Bagley, you damned liar! Where are you? Where has your master gone?"
The demons roared madly. They realized they had been deceived, but they could no longer escape. All they could do was passively cluster toward the center under the orcs' attacks.
If humans had encountered an enemy suddenly throwing themselves into a suicidal attack like this, any competent general would not have ordered them all killed. He would have captured a few prisoners and first found out why the enemy had attacked. After all, no one would willingly throw away their lives, especially when the two sides had only just signed a truce agreement.
But the commander of this orc camp, Madogo, was Kenny's subordinate and had once been the personal guard of Dolinger, the former great chieftain of the orcs. If the Demon Race had not sacrificed to the Blood God to open a larger space-time passage, so many Lord Tier and Demigod Tier demons could never