Salvation was non-existent; under the baptism of the flood, the army had already descended into chaos.
Among all the orcs, aside from the flying Hawkman Clan and the expert swimmers of the Frogman Tribe, the other species suffered devastating losses.
Especially the heavy infantry and heavy cavalry clad in armor, they were the epitome of beastly tragedy. Saddled with their cumbersome iron shells, even skilled swimmers could only sink passively.
In their final moments of life, their complaints were no longer about the armor's poor quality, but rather about its exceptional quality.
For the sake of survival, the small mounds of earth scattered across the grasslands became hotly contested sanctuaries for countless orc soldiers.
The scene of bodies crammed together immediately unfolded; some soldiers caught in the middle were even crushed to death on the spot.
