The Grand Chief's roar came from the horizon, and in the Curse Binding Legion, the trolls, increasingly dull due to death, slowly raised their heads.
"Stand up, it's time to make a choice, little whelps, whether to abandon thought and silence, or follow me to Hell."
"Staying still here will only get you torn apart, so stand up for me!"
In the Curse Binding Legion, a young troll slowly spoke:
"Are we going to die again?"
The troll looked much younger than the others, and correspondingly, somewhat weaker.
Probably because too many had been killed, his eyes were full of fear at the moment.
The Grand Chief glanced at him calmly and said, "Yes."
Another troll said painfully, "Since we're bound to die, why not die on the path of charge, right?"
The Grand Chief's voice was low: "Yes."
A hissing roar sounded, and a snake-like demon creature, several dozen meters long, destroyed the lower half of a troll with its tail.
