North of the Black Stone Mountain Range, southern Wuge Prairie, Binder River.
"It hurts so much..."
"Ah!"
"D-Damn those Imperial People, on Father God Guosh, my leg..."
"Help me, my lord, please save me! Don't leave me here!"
By the gently flowing river, everywhere was filled with the agonized groans of the wounded, their blood once again staining the river red.
These Orcs had either lost their legs to artillery fire, had their bodies burned by flames, or worse—half of their bodies charred black from explosions, clinging to life by mere threads.
The Shamans of the tribe wandered around, tending to the lightly wounded, applying herbal remedies and casting Spore Witchcraft, while those gravely injured were left without aid.
When someone died, the Orcs mercilessly tossed their corpses into the river, letting them become a part of the Binder River. Even heavily wounded Orcs who remained unconscious but were still breathing were shoved into the water.
