Beasts Arrive

Watchman Fortress.

The north wind howled, and dark clouds filled the sky.

The dense army of orcs outside made the air unbearably oppressive.

Yesterday, the fortress had received a scout's warning: the orc army was advancing toward them.

As soon as the sun rose today, the massive orc army surged out from the distant depths of the grasslands.

There were not only cavalry from their own tribe, but also infantry phalanxes sent by the human vassal states they had conquered.

These human auxiliaries carried advanced siege weapons—scaling ladders, siege towers, siege hammers, trebuchets, ballistae... They had everything.

Atop the fortress, Duke Morton, the legion's commander, wore a deeply furrowed brow.

After receiving word that the orcs had made peace with the Gabellans, he realized that the orcs' attention would turn westward.

Great Chieftain Alba's ambitions in the human world would never stop at a few oasis countries in the desert.

The vast plains and forests were his true target.

Knight Arthur ran over. "My lord! I have two letters for you. One was delivered by an orc envoy, and the other is... from Earl Greiman of Northwest Bay."

Duke Morton took them and first opened the orcs' letter, quickly scanning the words written inside.

He could recognize that Alba had written the letter himself, which showed how much importance he attached to him.

The Great Chieftain was fluent in several human languages, including the Aldo Language.

As the commander of Watchman Fortress, Morton inevitably had to deal with this grassland king. The two men were both familiar with each other's handwriting.

"What do the orcs say?"

"They're advising us to surrender."

Arthur flew into a rage. "This is clearly an insult!"

But then he asked worriedly, "What... what do you think?"

Duke Morton let out a bitter laugh.

Alba had