In the distance, a group of Orc Emperors and Kings took one last lingering glance at the black smoke rising into the sky before turning away and leaving this heartbroken land.
Their intuition told them that, from this moment onwards, it would be nearly impossible to let their horses drink from Snow Moon Lake again.
But there was no way around it—the successive defeats had already pushed the Orc Empire to the verge of collapse.
At this moment, the military balance between both sides had completely shifted. If they stayed here and continued to fight to the death, it could very well lead to the annihilation of their entire species.
If they didn't seize this moment—while the defenders were busy cleaning up the aftermath—to retreat, then once the enemy reacted, escaping would be far from simple!
After a long and desperate sprint, all the tribes tacitly decided to split up and act independently.
