"If... You think you can defeat this orc, aghr."

Gorbag was on his knees, leaning on his broken mace. His face was covered in blood from a wound on his forehead, and his body was covered in a layer of dirt. He was wounded. Around the battlefield, corpses of creatures of all races were strewn; many orcs died. The black eyes of the orc warrior glared at you with anger.

"You're wrong, bastard."

Gathering his last strength, Gorbag stood up, but even so he swayed like a leaf in the wind.