ik!”
“Thank you, chwik!”
Bulchwi was a very strong Orc. During his short stay at the Orc village Weed heard many stories about this formidable warrior who bravely hunted wyverns.
The Orc chieftain continued:
“We want you to give us the command to attack, chwichwichwiiik!”
“Are you sure? Chwiik!”
“Yes. You deserve it. Chwiik! This is the tradition. When the scariest Orc leads the attack the enemy runs away in fear.”
Even though there were 400000 Orcs here today, there was no one scarier than Weed.
He gave his sculpture a too unusual and menacing appearance. And so Weed’s appearance played another trick on him.
Seeing Weed’s confusion, Bulchwi let out a friendly laugh.
“This is a great honor. Chwiik! I envy you. Go on.”
“…”
After being told that by such a respected Orc, Weed straightened his posture with pride. Surrounding Orc leaders and all the other Orcs were waiting for his orders, so he raised his glaive high and started to shout:
“Orcs! Orcs! Orcs!”
“Orcs! Orcs! Orcs!”
The 400000 Orc army echoed him. Mountains filled with their shouts. Ground started to shake under their feet.
“Orcs! Orcs! Orcs!”
“Orcs! Orcs! Orcs!”
Weed shouted even louder. The Orcs raised their voice as well.
When the volume reached its peak, Weed swung his glaive furiously and exclaimed:
“We’ll crush everyone! Chwii-i-ik!”
“Guo! Guo! Guo!”
Orcs rushed towards Dark Elves fortress like an avalanche.