章節 411: Chapter 411

Before the break of dawn, Khao'khen was consumed with thoughts on how to disable the enemy army's enchanted cannons. He decided to take a stroll around the encampment, passing by his soldiers who were gathered in their designated war groups.

The warriors were occupied with tending to their injuries, yet their faces bore the excitement of another impending battle. He was growing accustomed to the mindset of the orcs. Death did not hold the same terror for them as it did for other races. To them, death was a welcome embrace, as long as it held meaning. Their greatest fear was a meaningless death.

As he made his way down the path, he couldn't determine whether it was a random occurrence or a calculated coincidence, but he noticed a row of oil jars lining the way. Lost in his thoughts, the path eventually brought him to a group of sleeping giants who, with their massive frames, carelessly knocked over some of the oil containers.