The trolls rode under the cover of darkness.

"Kuheok."

"Enemies!"

"Trolls are coming!"

Ruman Orc Scouts yelled.

Orcs were green/yellow skinned, had pig noses, tusks that protruded out of their mouths, and thick stomachs. 

Ruman Orcs didn't look much different from any other orc.

Due to how powerful their tribe was, however, their warriors were incredibly well armed.

The warriors wore breastplates that protected their chest, as well as gauntlets and greaves over their arms and legs. They wielded either sharp axes, or large, thick maces or clubs.

"Shaman, contact headquarters immediately!"

"Don't fall back. We have to buy some time!"

Ten Orc Scouts surrounded the Shaman, which was the only orc here that could contact headquarters. 

"Ang guriang biancamandu!" The Orc Shaman lifted an animal skull with both hands, and began reciting a bizarre chant.

"Not going to happen!" Throwing spears was Shakara's specialty! He pulled a javelin off his back and forcefully threw it.

Whoosh!

The power of the violently spinning spear was tremendous.

Boom!

It pierced through the Orc Shaman's shoulder joint.

"Kuahk!" The shaman screamed in agony. He obviously...