Kurto Shatterskull knew that if today's words got out, they would truly be finished.
Their army's morale would definitely plummet.
"My lord!"
"My lord! News has come from the rear!"
Kurto Shatterskull had only just finished dealing with matters here.
Then another messenger arrived outside.
When the messenger was let in, he happened to see orc guards dragging out the previous messenger's body, split cleanly in two.
The ground of the great tent was covered in blood, and the stench of it rushed straight at him.
The sight made the messenger's calves start to tremble.
Because he knew that the brutal Kurto Shatterskull was throwing another tantrum.
At a time like this, anything that angered him could bring a deadly disaster.
The messenger only felt that he was incredibly unlucky this time.
Kurto Shatterskull's eyes were bloodshot, as though flames of fury burned within them.
"Speak. What is it?"
The messenger knelt on the ground and nervously swallowed. "My lord, the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe intends to rebel."
"They seem to have hired the Sons of the Broken Blade and are preparing to reclaim their territory."
Hearing this, Kurto Shatterskull clenched his fists. The immense force made his knuckles crack and creak.
The sound threw the messenger kneeling on one knee into a panic.
"Anything else?"
Kurto Shatterskull asked.
"N-no..." The messenger's voice trembled as well.
The next moment, Kurto Shatterskull casually grabbed some clutter from beside him and hurled it fiercely at the messenger.
Bang!
Aah!!
Even though it was only some clutter, the tremendous force smashed the messenger until his head split open and blood streamed down in sheets.
But he was lucky too, because he had not been killed outright.
After letting out one miserable scream, the messenger did not dare make another sound. He merely gritted his