Orc Scout Party

"General Argent, look up there!" One of the Wyvern Riders was wiping his sweat as he pointed to the where they saw a floating platform being dropped by a large metallic bird. Everyone stopped their digging for a moment and watched it drop down towards them. The goblin riders were elite warriors, yet not one of them thought that this dirty manual work of digging shell scrapes was beneath them, since they all understood how important it was for the upcoming battle. It was not intended for them but for the incoming goblin army which might have some use to it.