However, before they could take a step inside the camp, a gust of wind that dispersed the powder, came from inside the camp.
"Looks like we have some clever rats on our doorsteps. Since you all are already here, I might as well enjoy myself too" An orc many times bigger than the High orcs and red in colour, walked out from within the camp surrounded by similar looking orcs.
"Diluvian High Orcs!!" Bastian grit his teeth and stated the name of the race of orcs that massacred their alliance.
The orcs that came out, were on a different level than even the high orcs and were truly a source of nightmare for them.
"GUGA? I was wondering how brave the ones that dared to break into our camp were but it seems like the ones over here are mere baits. It looks like I wouldn't even need to step up to crush them".