The real power that belongs to the orcs, the freedom of the soul, is constantly pouring out, just like riding a wolf freely on the Nagrand grassland.

"We are free..."

Brooks took a deep breath and held the battle ax tightly. This old body seemed to have become stronger again because of the freedom of the spirit. The fatigue caused by the fierce battle was swept away at this moment.

, the refreshed orc warlord held his battle ax high, and his loud voice resounded throughout the battlefield at this moment:

"We are free! Orcs! The curse is over!"

"boom"

The renewed anger wrapped around Brox's body. The noisy fury was like a substantial flame, wrapping Brox's whole body. He waved the battle ax easily and slapped it fiercely.

The body of the Naga Warlord behind him swatted the huge monster away like an insect.

"Listen to my orders! Kill them all!"

The first ray of dawn shone on Brox through the shade of the trees. The old orc grabbed the orc war flag next to him with one hand. He dragged his battle ax and launched a fierce charge. Behind him, behind thousands of people

Under the rays of dawn, thousands of orcs shouted in unison, just like the endless war drums echoing in the Ashenvale forest.

"In the name of freedom and victory...defeat them!"

"lok "tar ogar!!!"
Chapter completed!