"My lord." The messenger said, kneeling in front of the Chugh king.
"Speak. What is the present condition of the war?" The king asked, though he knew it wasn't good.
"Yes, sir." He replied.
"We have lost eleven thousand of our soldiers. General Ironfang has been defeated, and in addition, all our orc reinforcements are dead."
The king's eyes widened, gritting his teeth, clutching his goblet tightly, worry mixed with horror covered his face.
"S-sent all our reinforcement. All of them! A-and where is the Orc king?" He shouted.
"Sir..." The messenger's voice trembled.
"What?" He growled.
"Sir... The Orc King has..." He said, voice trembling, "ran away."
He leaned back in his chair, his hand raised to rub his face, "That stupid orc..." He muttered under his breath.
"Now go! Why are you just staring at my face!" He shouted again.
"Yes, sir!" The messenger left in a hurry.
As he left the tent, he saw Kin was outside, eavesdropping. The messenger bowed respectfully and left.
