In the orc land across the sea from the elf Kingdom, near the painful swamp, there is a small tribe of orcs who live on nomadic hunting.

    The name of this tribe is thunder hammer. They sometimes go hunting near the painful swamp.

    On this day, as usual, the adult male orcs went down to the swamp to hunt wild boars under the leadership of the young and brave tribal patriarch. Left behind in the tribe are some female orcs, ORC children and old orcs.

    The orcs who went hunting came to the edge of the painful swamp. There was a murderous atmosphere of death in the air. It was worth celebrating that every hunting could return safely. So every time they return safely, the tribe will hold a bonfire party to celebrate the harvest.

    In order for the tribe to survive, these young warriors had to risk their lives to the painful swamp.

    What is different from usual is that these giant wolf companions are extremely restless today. Giant wolves are partners of orcs, and their relationship is much closer than that between humans and horses. Because the orcs will never saddle the wolf, they think it is a great insult to their partners.

    The moisture in the swamp was so great that the orcs felt uncomfortable.

    Suddenly, the patriarch found a huge hard haired wild boar. He raised his javelin and aimed at the wild boar.

    The wild boar did not die after being hit by the javelin, but ran desperately to the depths of the swamp. The orcs couldn''t watch the prey that had reached their mouth slip away. Although they didn''t want to go deeper into the swamp, they still rode on the giant wolf to catch up.

    Seeing that it was about to catch up, the wild boar went into a huge mound with a big hole.

    The orcs came down from the wolf and went to the cave. Suddenly, there was a heart rending howl. It was the cry of the wild boar that made the orcs shudder.

    Then, before the orcs could react, a black tide poured out of the cave and swallowed up the orcs. The patriarch watched all the orcs and giant wolves drowned by the black tide, and the cry of pain rang through the painful swamp. No one knew what these were. Until the eyes of the orc patriarch also flowed down from the eyes and slowly disappeared, leaving only the skeleton of a pile of orcs and the giant wolf baissen.

    The black tide did not stop, and soon flooded the surrounding thunder hammer tribes like a flood. All female orcs, little orcs and old orcs, including all living creatures, were not spared.

    No one knows when the black tide will stop and when it will come. What will be left to all orcs will be endless fea