Crockta was deep in thought.0

“A warrior…does not give up on the faithful…!”0

“Ahh! Chieftain! So cool!”0

“A warrior does not persecute the weak…!”0

“I pledge my loyalty to you, chieftain!”0

‘…Should I kill them?’ wondered Crockta.0

“I shall prove my honor!”0

“You are the true chieftain!”0

“Amazing. Bul’tat!”4

“It’s bul’tar!”1

Crockta turned around and looked at them. Tiyo and Anor didn’t falter at his frightening gaze and giggled uproariously.0

“Anor! The chieftain is glaring at us! We should be quiet!”0

“Ahh, how scary. We should be quiet.”1

They were teasing Crockta after what happened at Spinora. Crockta closed his eyes and tried to suppress his anger, but they were just a pitiful gnome and a dark elf who couldn’t understand the charm and truth of orcs. “Of course you guys can’t understand the emotions I and my million orc brothers shared…”1

Crockta recalled the thrilling moment when Shireuga became the new chieftain and acknowledged Crockta as his leader. It was a historic moment when the law of the orcs in the continent was passed down to the northern orcs. The orcs of the north thumped their chests as they looked at him with reverence in their eyes. That day would go down in history.0

“A million orc brothers…he’s ill,” said Anor.1

“Try to be understanding.”0

“He’s gonna later claim that Calmahart was ten times taller than him.”0

“That’s totally possible. Anor has...0