Rend watched his troops suffer massive casualties, his heart bleeding. These were the forces he had built up for himself! As one of the clan warchief's two sons, he faced immense pressure over the succession. His older brother was more outstanding than he was, and only by earning more glory in this war could he have even the slightest chance of surpassing him in the future.
Yet what was he seeing now? His troops were being slaughtered like worthless trash. These were mighty warriors of the Horde! They had already lost more than half their numbers before even reaching the humans' major cities. Would he be reduced to a mere spectator for the rest of the war?
At that thought, Rend knew he could no longer sit and wait for death. He had to wipe out this squad of the scrawny race quickly. If the stalemate continued, he would inevitably become the laughingstock of his clan.
"What kind of race is this? The weak are like ants, yet the strong are so terrifying. It makes no sense." Rend gritted his teeth, glaring viciously at the Holy Light Cleric Squad, which stood firm against the crashing waves of his troops. He snatched a large shield from a clan soldier.
"For the clan! Keep charging! Don't stop!" Even the bloodthirsty, savage warriors of the Horde were losing the ferocity in their eyes as the storm of fire cut them down like grass. Traces of fear crept into every Orc's heart.
In barely twenty minutes, they had fought their way along a thousand-meter stretch that was like a meat grinder. Despite their comrades' gruesome deaths, they had only just reached the halfway point, leaving a bloody footprint with every step. Even the Orcs, who prided themselves on their valor, could not help feeling