Bab 279: 265 Rebellion

That familiar paint job...

Those familiar teeth...

That familiar moon pattern...

Wasn't that TM painted by himself?

There's a thief!

Oh no, wait... my car was stolen a while back!

It was a group of humans.

Many people.

Of course, it was mainly those dressed in black... including one with a bow and arrow.

The injury on his shoulder was left by that hairless monkey, he remembered it profoundly, the only regret being unable to recall his face.

After all, humans all seemed to look the same...

Thinking of that human with the bow and arrow, the orc leader felt a twinge of pain at his own shoulder wound.

Even though he did not possess the sense of pain, he still felt the sharpness of a threat.

Was that hairless monkey here?

But it seemed there was no one in those black clothes?

"waaaaaagh!"

Seeing his property reappear before his eyes, the orc leader charged forward as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Orcs were tall and robust, with powerful legs.