Unintentional Fabrication

Looking back, Anfey could see clearly the group of savage looking orcs charging out of the forest. Among them was a young black-haired person dressed in black who looked particularly interesting. Anfey could feel that the young person was the leader of the orcs.

The orcs did not appear to want to give up their goal, and they continually produced weird shouts, charging towards Anfey and the others. Anfey’s knowledge about the orcs was that they were always disoriented, whether in single tribes or groups of tribes, and there shouldn’t be orcs living in Forest Clarm! But the orcs behind them were well equipped, and the javelin that was just thrown out was standard. At this time, every single orc was holding the same short handled wolf tooth rod, and some orcs were even wearing leather armor. How did this seem like a mess?