Internal Competition

"Akara, those terrifying green-skinned monsters have completely overrun the monastery, and they even killed Andariel.

There is now no force left in this land capable of stopping their advance and conquest.

According to the scouts' reports, strange spore plants have spread everywhere, from the Frozen Tundra to Stony Field, Burial Grounds, and Dark Wood.

Tens of thousands of green-skinned monsters are continuously being born from the fruit produced by those plants.

They even fight and slaughter one another, and the victors visibly grow taller and stronger.

At this rate of reproduction, it will not be long before their numbers fill all of Sanctuary.

To be honest, I think these green-skinned monsters may be an even more terrifying calamity than the demons of Nine Hells.

Even if we set fire to the spore plants and burn down the forests with them, they will soon grow back out of the scorched earth.

So you must make a decision immediately. Will you take everyone and flee this world?

Otherwise, once they turn around and attack this camp, we may not even last half an hour.

The villages and towns that tried to resist, only to be mercilessly destroyed, are the best examples."

Kashya stood before her adoptive mother with a grave expression and laid out the dire situation.

Just minutes earlier, a returning Rogue scout had reported spotting a small Orc force roughly one hundred and sixty kilometers from the camp.

After taking the monastery and killing Andariel, the Orcs had apparently lost any target for continuing the war. So they began expanding aimlessly in every direction, searching for opponents they could fight and Waaagh! against once more.

Otherwise, boredom would drive them into civil war.

Yes, you read that right.

When Orks could not find suitable enemies to fight nearby, they split