The senior commanders of the Blood Axes Legion stood at his sides, all fully armed and clad in gleaming black uniforms and armor.
Ever since Guk had bestowed upon him the title of "Beast" and placed him fully in charge of the eastern territories, the Blood Axes Legion had effectively been stationed in and around Tyre. As a result, both the quality and quantity of their equipment had grown immensely. Nearly all of Tyre's industry belonged to Beluf, and he had even boldly permitted human communities to remain. So long as they delivered industrial goods on time, their safety and freedom were guaranteed.
The war had ended only two years ago, yet it felt like an eternity had passed.
"It's about to start. I reckon today's gonna be a little special."
Beluf looked toward Camille, who stood less than ten meters away. Even after everything that had happened, Camille still felt deeply pleased whenever she spoke with him.
"That one's been acting a bit too aggressive lately. Your role today is just to watch how things unfold, understand?"
"Understood, my master."
"Bosko?"
Beluf turned to his new adjutant, who seemed to still be lost in thought.
But at the warlord's question, he reacted immediately, nodding and taking up his usual position.
"Understood, sir."
He could feel the warlord's piercing gaze fixed upon him, and all he could do was stare without blinking at the vaults in the courtyard.
Then a great door opened, and heavy footsteps echoed in. A massive blood-red figure emerged from the shadows beyond the doorway.
Although Camille had seen the warlord of the Goff Legion before, she was still repeatedly shaken by his beastlike ferocity and strength.
Grak was enormous, said to be the warlord closest in size to Guk, the Ork King, but his beast-of-burden