Chapitre 139: Hunt

A figure clad in gleaming silver and gold jumped out of the trees and landed right in the middle of the 7 orc riders. With a speed almost invisible to the eyes, he raised his axe and slammed it down towards an orc rider' head, and cut it apart with one strike.

Splaatt!!

The attack made the other riders scream in shock and anger, while they pulled at the reins of their wargs, causing them all to howl at the same time. The symphony of voices from their howling sounded just like a classic hunting horn.

One orc died on the spot, and the other six quickly charged toward him. However, Viktor already came prepared, for as soon as his feet touched the ground, he cast his new favorite spell and multiple metal chains flew from the surrounding trees, creating a makeshift barrier separating each of the riders apart.

"Groowlll!"