Leonhardt stood atop the tall mountains that protected his lands, a massive basin more than two hundred metres deep.
Beside him, the tall, muscular orc Olgana and his warriors kneel—the flat land atop the mountain is ideal for building and training in low-oxygen conditions.
"Haa..."
With a long breath, Leonhardt closed his eyes and frowned. "It's harsh, the air makes it difficult to recover and breathe well."
"King! My brother's are struggling too!"
The powerful Ravenfist orcs struggled to gather thier breaths. Leonhardt wanted to create a place where his forces could train to the limit. Information inherited from his creator spoke of a strange race of humans that existed during the era of wars...
"According to ancient records, training at such heights and with such difficulty can help one grow stronger. Olgana... do you not wish to bring your brother's. Our brother's to the next step and surpass those who look down on us?"
