He couldn't count on the orc king since he knows the true face of the latter, an opportunist who only thinks of himself. The orc king was sure to abandon them, in fact, he might even be thinking of running and deserting this territory right about now.
Whenever he thought about how such an orc became their king, Berigard felt unrestrained anger well up inside him. At this moment, when he felt like all doors had closed down upon their tribe, the numerous white jade like objects on his locket started clattering and shaking.
"What is it you all?" Berigard asked. It might look strange that he was talking with some objects, however, he was actually holding a conversation with them.
The jade fragments on his locket were no ordinary objects but bone fragments from the orcs that once used to be his friends. After they had died, a portion of their spirit resided inside it. It is also because of them that he was able to use skills and abilities that did not belong to him.
