[Frost Orc Warlord, Level 71]
Damon gritted his teeth as he was unexpectedly pushed back by the massive orcs. The moment he attacked, each of them formed a layer of icy armor on top of their normal armor, and some even had icy spikes protruding from them.
The orcs' icy armor glistened like crystalline blades, reflecting the dying embers of the bonfire in a harsh, mesmerizing glow. Damon's smile only widened as he felt the cold bite at his face, his blood pumping with a savage thrill.
If he were not careful, he would have already been impaled several times and sent to the graveyard. "These guys are going to be tricky." He smiled as he geared up his attack power.
The frost orc warlord let out a roar that shook the ground. The snow itself seemed to obey its command, swirling into a jagged, freezing maelstrom around its massive form. More than three of them surrounded Damon and lunged forward with crystalline spears in their hand.
