"Luckily, I hid early. Those outside are almost all dead..."
"Yeah, we're smarter than them. We deserve to live, seize more things, and kill more people."
Listening to the crackling sound of flames consuming flesh, the wailing cries of despair, and the enraged roars of orcs entangled in combat, while feeling the earth's violent tremors again and again, with dirt and rubble falling, the orcs hiding in the burrows felt a sense of relief, albeit bittersweet.
They had not yet killed an Imperial person, nor looted the legendary, boundlessly wealthy Aivendel City. If they were to die in this sea of fire, it would undoubtedly be a pity.
However, these orcs hiding underground had no idea that the Aviation Corps was about to launch a large-scale strike against them.
"Boom!"
The ground shook violently with a deafening explosion.
At first, the orcs thought it was just another ordinary artillery bombardment and paid it no mind, continuing to cling to their burrows.
