One eye stood at the campfire, waiting. His orcs brothers beside him, ready for battle, ready for blood. Finally, the time had come, the orcs grabbed their axes, hammers and swords and stood up from the campfire. They spoke in blah : "Let's raid these little humans, take their gold and make them slaves to dig in our mines!" The orcs roared, raising their weapons "KRUG KRUG KRUG" they wanted to fight, waited too long for it "WAAAAAAAAAAGH!" "KRUG KRUG KRU.." As the warcries were about to end, arrows flew past One-eye, right into the orc next to him. Elves ambushed in the forest, a slaughter. The orcs fell one by one, the cunning elves were prepared. One-eye, probably protected by the grace of his lord and savior Krug, managed to escape, running for his life, avoiding arrows. The orc ran and ran, until he made it back to the city of San'Velku, in the Iron'Uzg. There, he prepared himself, he would avenge his brothers who were sent too quickly to the Starguzh'Stroh by the elves.
