The fear that had born within them, had appeared due to one individual, the demon that was currently smiling in a twisted pleasure looking at the work of his own magic.
How could this not frighten the orcs when a single individual had single-handedly closed this war which needed more than three hundred thousand orcs to fight?
The demon had done what was impossible for them and closed this chapter with his own two hands.
"Berigard… how do you know such an individual?" Berimond asked unable to tear his eyes away from the golden flames on the battlefield. His voice was a little shaky due to how cold his body was right now, a clear contrast to the temperature which had risen up due to the appearance of infernal flames.