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The night attack destroyed the Falk Tribe's celebratory ambiance of the conferring of new chief. Fights seemed to be taking place everywhere from inner city to outer city.

The ordinary orcs were hiding in their houses with their doors tightly shut, trying their best not to make any noise.

Meanwhile, the orc guards were striking everywhere, trying to maintain order again.

The fighting in the canyon only died down gradually in the second half of the night. However, the majority of those orcs who were imprisoned in all the prisons had already escaped.

The damaged city walls resembled disturbing scars. The people couldn't believe such affairs actually happened in the Falk Tribe.

An orc soldier gulped as he stared at the city wall that looked like it was crushed by a giant beast, and asked, "Captain, will tomorrow's conferring ceremony take place as planned?"