The orcs left their village and headed straight to the castle in the middle of the forest as soon as they came to the conclusion that they were currently dealing with a Demon King.
It was a decision born out of pure survival instinct. They didn't have the luxury of waiting to see if this new power was friendly or not.
Armed with their heavy stone weapons, they formed a small, tight formation to protect each of their corners. The warriors walked with their wooden shields raised and their stone-tipped spears pointed outward, their green, muscular arms tense and ready for a fight.
On their way, they were attacked by some mindless monsters. These were creatures that had lost all sense of self-preservation, driven only by a hunger for flesh. Corrupted wolves and shambling, plant-like beasts lunged at the orc formation from the shadows of the giant trees.
