Grey Stone was a valiant half-orc warrior.
As one of the few Black Iron Upper Warriors in the Rock Cave Tribe, he was not only known as a powerful Half-Beast Warrior but also had his own independent squad.
He was already fifty years old this year, with immeasurably rich combat experience and countless enemies slain.
Even the elves, of which he had successfully hunted quite a few.
In his evaluation of the elves, in his words, they were just a bunch of naive, simple, pathetic, and pitiful goods!
In his memories, he had participated in pursuits and hunts for the elves more than once.
However, being attacked by the elves was a first.
Even more unbelievable was that this time, it was the elves initiating the attack on their tribe!
*This... was simply ridiculous!*
*With their numbers and combat power?*
A thousand years ago, it might have been different, but now the elves were just a group of toothless tigers, no... rabbits!
*Rabbits trying to attack a falcon?*
