Across the sea from the Elven Kingdom, in the Orc Lands, near the Swamp of Pain, lives a small tribe of orcs who live on nomadic hunting.

The tribe's name is Thunderhammer, and they sometimes go hunting near the Swamp of Pain.

On this day, as usual, the adult male orcs went down to hunt wild boars in the swamp under the leadership of the young and brave tribal chief. The tribe was left behind by some female orcs and orc children, as well as old orcs.

The orcs who went hunting came to the edge of the Swamp of Pain, where the murderous smell of death was in the air, and the safe return of every hunt was something to celebrate. 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 make their way to the Swamp of Pain.

Somewhat different from the usual, these giant wolf companions looked extremely uneasy today. Giant wolves are companions of orcs, and their relationship is far closer than that of humans and horses. Because the orcs would never saddle a giant wolf, they considered it a great insult to their fellows.

The humidity of the swamp was very uncomfortable, making these orcs feel very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the patriarch spotted a large boar with stiff hair, raised the javelin in his hand, took aim, and shot at the boar.

For some reason, the boar did not die after being hit by the javelin, but ran desperately towards the depths of the swamp. The orcs could not watch their prey slip away in vain, and despite their inner reluctance to go deeper into the swamp, they rode up on the giant wolf and chased after it.

Seeing that it was about to catch up, the boar burrowed into a huge mound with a large hole.

The orcs dismounted from the giant wolf and walked to the entrance of the cave. Suddenly, a heart-rending howl came from inside. It was the boar's cry, and it made the orcs shudder.

Immediately after, before the orcs could react, a black tide gushed out from the mouth of the cave and swallowed up the group of orcs, and the patriarch watched as all the orcs and giant wolves were overwhelmed by this black tide, and the cries of pain resounded in this swamp of pain, and no one knew what these were. Until the orc patriarch's eyes also flowed from his sockets and slowly disappeared, leaving only a pile of skeletons of orcs and giant wolf Bai Sensen.

This black tide did not stop, and soon flooded the surrounding Thunderhammer tribes, and all the female orcs, small orcs, old orcs, including all living creatures, were not spared.

No one knows when this black tide will stop and when it will come, leaving all orcs with endless fear......