Catching Turtles in a Jar

"What happened?"

"Why are there so many crows?!"

The sudden turn of events threw the Blood Axe Tribe into disarray.

The Orc Lord's startled cry had barely faded when the screams of orcs came from the army behind him. He hurriedly turned to look.

Figures flashed out densely from both sides of the canyon like swords, darting into the orc tribe, spraying blood and claiming countless orc lives.

Those figures drifted unpredictably, their forms concealed by shadows. Some could even trade places with low-flying crows.

The Orc Lord watched for several moments but still couldn't identify the origins of those figures.

All he could feel was that the entire canyon was filled with shadowy killers, flying through the air and burrowing underground as they reaped the orcs' lives.

Only after the Orc Prophet examined the scene several times did he cry out, "Humans! The enemies are actually humans!"

The Orc Lord finally realized that his tribe had been ambushed by human special troops.

"Are the scouts all blind?"

"There are so many Spellcasters hiding in the canyon, and no one noticed them!"

"Then what use are you?!"

After angrily berating them several times, the Orc Lord hefted the Totem Pole and charged into the canyon.

The incident had happened too suddenly, and the Raven Guard had attacked with astonishing speed and ferocity. In just one exchange, nearly a third of the orcs had lost their ability to fight.

More than half of them had been killed by the Raven Guard. The rest had been harassed by the Shadow Ravens and, in their panic, wounded or killed by their own comrades.

This was especially true of the Blood Axe Tribe's most powerful cavalry regiment. The Shadow Ravens' raucous cries and the sudden battle startled many of the cavalry mounts, throwing them