Meeting

At the top of Kurotsuchi Fortress stood a house built of obsidian.

The stone house covered roughly a hundred square meters. A round stone table stood in the center, with a flame burning in its middle. Its light cast a dim yellow glow throughout the room.

The stone house was packed with orcs, dwarves, goblins, and several trolls. Some stood while others sat, all shouting noisily. The hot-tempered dwarves roared from time to time, and the orcs were no less fierce, bellowing at the top of their lungs. This was the tribal side's meeting.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A troll roughly four meters tall slapped the stone table, trying to make the dwarves and orcs stop arguing.

Seated around the stone table were several leaders of the Kurotsuchi War Zone: a heavily built bull-headed man, a Mountain Dwarf King, a goblin inventor, and the troll who was pounding the table. He was a Frost Troll, a rare spellcaster among trolls.

These four were the highest commanders of Kurotsuchi Fortress. None ranked above the others. Whenever an important choice had to be made, they needed to discuss it at a meeting.

Behind the four leaders stood members of their respective races. Everyone allowed into this stone house was a high-ranking member of the tribal army.

After the Frost Troll pounded the table, the room quieted somewhat.

"Silence!"

The Frost Troll was clearly furious. In his eyes, everyone in the stone house except the trolls was nothing but a rabble.

"Hmph."

The Mountain Dwarf King sitting nearby snorted coldly. He shared the same opinion. Aside from the dwarves, every other race in the stone house was useless.

"We need unity. Our lack of unity is the main reason we can't defeat those Imperial bastards."

Amst, the leader of the orcs in the Kurotsuchi