All the humans on the next ship stood frozen, shock carved into their faces as the last fragments of the Calonian warship rained into the sea. They had known that at least two hundred gray orcs were packed inside that vessel. Two hundred of the monsters they could barely hold back even with full battalions and fortified positions.
Those are the creatures who shrugged off spells like rainwater, whose grey, stone-tough skin rendered most magic into little more than a faint itch. Even their simplest infantry spells, the ones meant to tear through armor or scorch through scales, barely left a scratch.
And their physical strength was unmatched. It took ten seasoned knights bracing together just to slow one down, and even then, they risked being thrown aside like dolls. Their strongest spell only managed to make a scratch on them, not completely wound them.
