Second Orc War (22)

"Howl!"

The foxman Shatterbone let out a loud cry, threatening the group of towering Orcs before him. Then, with several leaps and flips, he landed on their shoulders and roared toward the southern sky.

"Damned humans!"

The surrounding Orcs all watched him curiously. Orcs did not have much brainpower, and they wondered why the Orc Emperor had become so frail.

Brawny and powerful—that was the symbol of strength, just like the Behemoth Monarch. The current Orc Emperor was a huge disappointment to the Orcs.

"What are you looking at? You bunch of idiots! The divine oracle our great master bestowed upon us failed because of your stupidity and weakness!"

Shatterbone shrieked loudly, but for a foxman, no matter how loud he was, his voice could only carry so far.

The gazes around him made Shatterbone furious and sensitive. His feet kept stomping on the Orcs' shoulders.

"Damned humans! Attack them! Attack!"

Shatterbone bounced about wildly, but not many Orcs around him paid any heed.

"Your Majesty, we have already failed."

The lean Leopard Orc Monarch and Bear Orc Monarch arrived. Their injuries were severe. The human legends in the Divine War Battlefield had kept a close watch on them. If not for the headless Brilliant Monarch's terrifying combat power, they might have died on that battlefield.

"Failed? The great gods are guiding our war. We must achieve victory!"

Shatterbone shouted frantically. He absolutely refused to accept the outcome of defeat. The price would be far too terrible.

"Even the great existence has been defeated. The divine kingdom shattered and fell, and our army has suffered catastrophic casualties. We can no longer launch an attack."

The Bear Orc Monarch spoke in a deep rumble, his gaze toward Shatterbone turning hostile.

The scale of this war was unprecedented, but so were its