Clang! Clang!
The exquisite wine cup was smashed to the ground. The item that was once regarded as a treasure by the nobles of the flame Empire had turned into a pile of useless fragments.
damn it, can anyone tell me what's going on? why did Holy Dragon City attack us? "
In a tall building, dozens of high-level orcs were gathered, their faces solemn.
This place used to be the private property of a noble in the blazing flame Empire, but it had now become the headquarters of the orc Alliance. A high-level meeting was currently being held here.
The one who had shattered the wine glass was one of the marshals of the orc Alliance. He was in charge of commanding all the orc troops within the flame Empire and was one of the top ten experts of the orc Alliance.
The Beastman Marshal was furious. The tattoos on his face had all changed color. This was one of the signs of his rage.