Torrential rain poured down.
This was a rare rainstorm on the Doro Highlands. It was as if even the world couldn't bear to watch the cruel massacre and used this rainstorm to cover everything.
The Orc King panted. His face was gloomy as he looked at his subordinates. Every one of them looked dejected, hopeless, and sorrowful.
He couldn't imagine that not long ago, these soldiers who followed him had smiles of hope on their faces. They were looking forward to returning and looking forward to a better future.
At that time, they thought that they could easily defeat the enemy, take back what belonged to them, and regain their rightful status.
However, they didn't expect that in such a short time, the high morale they had when they set out had disappeared. All that was left was deep despair.
Damn it. What should I do now?
The Orc King spat inwardly as he looked at his subordinates who were like walking corpses.
He didn't know if the werewolf leader and the giant queen hadn't considered this at all, or if they deliberately didn't tell him about this thorny problem.
Although the sudden rainstorm did give them time to catch their breath, the Orc King didn't expect the subsequent drop in morale.
This was to be expected. Before that, they were only thinking about how to escape from the attack of the Giant Dragon Army, so they weren't in the mood to care about anything else.
But now, when they finally had time to rest and catch their breath, they realized a problem.
They had lost.
Why did it turn out like this … The high-spirited first battle should have been a victory. They should have been filled with the joy of returning and the excitement of revenge. The combination of these two feelings of happiness should have brought them even more happiness. What they should have obtained was the happiness of a long-cherished dream coming true. But … Why did it turn out like this?
No one knew why, not even the Beastman King.
In fact, he had nowhere to vent his anger. According to the intelligence, the humans shouldn't have set up such a terrifying Giant Dragon Army at the border.
Yet, they did. However, the Orc King had no idea how they did it.
In fact, he believed that the werewolf leader and the giant queen weren't much different from him.
Where did that army come from? Who were they? Who were they? Why were they fighting?
They didn't know any of this, but it wasn't important to them now.
Because there was only one thing that was certain. They had failed. They had retreated in defeat and fled.
That was all.
Realizing this, the Orc King felt extremely angry and disappointed. This was even more ironic compared to the high-spirited Orc King from a few days ago.
Up until now, they didn't even know who the enemy was, and they were already defeated like this?
If someone were to ask about this in the future, how would they answer?
I don't know?
If they didn't even know who defeated them, then what would happen to the Beastmen Race's face if this news spread out?
"Your Majesty …"
At that moment, an old beastman wearing a robe made of animal hide walked over with a long staff in his hand.
Upon seeing him, the Orc King revealed a displeased expression, but he didn't say a word.
This was because this old man's position in the Beastman Race wasn't low. He was the Chief High Priest of the Beastman Race.
Just like humans, the barbarians also had Spellcasters, and the high priest before him was one of them.
However, it was different from the human world where Priests and Mages were separated. In the world of the barbarians, most Priests were also Mages.
This was because they basically believed in the Demons in the underworld, so in a sense, they were also considered the people of the Demons.
Of course, compared to the cultists, the relationship between the barbarians and the Demons wasn't very good. Especially after the "Cataclysm" 80 years ago, the relationship between the Demons and the barbarians was extremely tense.
At that time, in order to get rid of the enslavement of the Demons, the previous Orc King launched a rebellion on the occasion where he was supposed to swear allegiance to the Demon King. Not only did he kill the high priest who represented the will of the Demon King, but he also killed the messenger sent by the Demon King.
This chaos lasted for 50 years before it ended. Since then, the Orc Race had successfully broken away from the complete control of the Demons and had their own independent will.
In fact, not only them, but even the werewolves had also finally gotten rid of the curse of their bloodline and regained their independence and freedom.
And this was the biggest reason why they launched an attack on the hinterland of the Klein Continent. It wasn't just for revenge or to regain their status, but to survive.
After all, the Drol Highlands was located at the edge of the continent. The order here was unstable, and the Demons could send an army over at any time to completely destroy these clans that dared to resist them.
Therefore, the barbarians decided to leave this peripheral area and return to the central area of the continent.
This way, they would be safer, and they would also regain what they wanted.
Now, the position of the high priest in the Orc Race was very awkward. On the one hand, after that battle, the Orcs paid a considerable price, forcing the Demons to make the choice to recognize their free will.
On the other hand, for the Demons, they were unwilling to completely give up these useful coolies. Therefore, the two sides were in a cooperative relationship of mutual vigilance.
No, it should be said that the Orc King originally hoped to use this battle to show the Demons that they had become so powerful that they didn't need the power of the Demons to achieve their goals.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished.
Not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but he also saw the battered and exhausted scene in front of the high priest. This gave the Orc King a very bad feeling.
Due to this reason, he stared coldly at the high priest without saying a word.
In fact, the Orc King also had some complaints about the high priest. After all, as the only spellcaster profession in the barbarian race, the high priest should have stepped forward to protect them when they were attacked.
If that was the case, even if they couldn't defeat the enemy, they should at least be able to protect the barbarian soldiers from the cannon fire.
However, they did nothing.
"What are you doing here?!"
With hatred in his heart, the Orc King glared at the old high priest in front of him. Looking at his purplish-red eyes that were different from ordinary Orcs, he couldn't help but feel disgusted. All those who were willing to swear allegiance to the Demons had to drink the blood of the Demons and assimilate their bodies with the Demons.
In this way, they could obtain unparalleled strength after turning into Demons. But on the other hand, once their bodies were demonized, it meant that their bodies and souls would be controlled by the Demons.
They couldn't resist and couldn't resist any thoughts of the Demons.
This was also the reason why the previous Orc King resisted. He was fed up with the fate of becoming a puppet of the Demons as the King of the Orcs.
He wasn't willing to let his people demonize and become the slaves of the Demons for the sake of power.
That was why he rose up to resist.
"I just want to know if you need our help, Your Majesty."
The old high priest's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. Even the pitter-patter of rain outside the cave couldn't drown it out.
The Orc King lifted his head abruptly and glared at the old high priest as though he was bitten by a venomous snake.
He knew that what the old high priest said wasn't as simple as' if you need our power '. Instead, it contained a deeper meaning.
Come back and submit to me again. Then, I will bestow upon you incomparably great power. At that time, you will conquer and destroy everything.
Come back to me and swear your allegiance again. This way …
"Get lost!"
The Orc King let out a furious roar and shattered the Dark Will that emerged from the pair of evil scarlet eyes.
The old priest, who was repelled by the Orc King, didn't say anything and just bowed deeply.
"Please make a decision, Your Majesty. If this continues, we will die."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
However, what the Orc King didn't expect was that at that moment, the soldier beside him spoke in a trembling voice.
"Please ask the priests for help. We can't return alive with just us!"
"Shut up!"
Upon hearing his guard's words, the Orc King was infuriated. He punched the soldier's face viciously and knocked him to the ground.
The Orc King stood to his feet and glared at the Orc soldier who was shivering and sprawled on the ground. Half of the Orc soldier's teeth had been knocked out by his punch.
"What are you talking about?!
It's just one failure!
After we return to the camp and regroup, we will get rid of them!
Those humans only took advantage of the element of surprise. As long as we can regroup, they will be the ones who will be defeated in the end!
Have you all forgotten how you responded to my command and came here?!
Answer me! "
"…"
However, the roar that the Orc King expected didn't happen. In front of him, the Orc soldiers covered in cuts and bruises stood there like walking corpses with their heads lowered.
They didn't echo the words of the Orc King as usual.
Although they didn't say anything, the Beastman King could tell what they were thinking from their blank gazes.
Attack?
How do we attack?
Our enemies are flying in the sky!
Even the Thunderbird Army failed. What else can we do?
Everything is over. Sure enough, humans aren't defeated that easily.
We were too naive in our previous thinking …
No matter how we resist, we can't even touch the enemy's skin. What's the point of such a battle?
Although no one said a word, the despair and dejection in their eyes were clear. Upon realizing this, the Orc King was filled with extreme rage and agony.
If it were possible, he really wanted to kill all these guys who dared to shake the morale of the army. But in the end …
"Damn it!"
Following the Orc King's furious roar, he punched the wall heavily.
He could only hope that they could return to the camp safely, and then … there would be no then.