Dealing with the orcs didn't even take much time, as expected.
Michael had bolted for the orcs and managed to shatter Imor's skull in a minute.
Saltor looked at the golden-haired warrior and saw that nothing could save him from Darius or his teammates.
'It can't be!'
The orc stepped back, looking at the warrior in front of him. It was already clear.
His death was inevitable…
"This can't be!" The orc was still taking steps back, looking at the warriors.
"I am a supreme Orc. I was chosen to be one of the great monarchs, so you don't have what it takes to kill me!"
As soon as the Orc finished talking, he felt a cold object running through his chest. Looking down, he saw a blade sticking out of his chest. He slowly looked up to see Raya standing there.
"You talk too much for a great warrior like yourself."
She had a cold, icy tone; it wasn't something that anyone would have hoped to see.
