Phantasmal images appeared in the eyes of Batu Skullcrush—At that moment, he was pierced through the chest by Golden Dragon Flames, and shortly thereafter, he completely lost his life.
"Is this my destiny? Damn golden-skinned crawler! Damn dwarves and elves!"
In an instant, the millennia-long mutual slaughter among the Orcs on Wuge Prairie, the sacrifices of the Old Shaman, and Monk's fearless determination all surfaced in his mind.
Batu Skullcrush's hand holding "Gush's Blood" trembled slightly; at this moment, he felt the fate of the Orcs was in his hands.
If he could win, leading the Red Blood Tribe to conquer Aivendel, the age-old wish of the Orcs would be fulfilled.
They would no longer need to kill each other over barren lands and meager resources, and their territory would be the entire Fianso Continent!
"Cowards! You will never defeat me—"