章節 156: Sacred Event Day 1 (part 3)
Outside the illusionary fortification Aito had built, more than two hundred orcs were waiting for their turns to come in, banging on the fake metallic walls, thinking those were real.
What they didn't know was that some of their strikes actually hit other orcs trapped inside the fake corridor, whose numbers were dwindling at a rapid pace.
Young orcs weren't as experienced as adults. Although they measure between 1.80m and 2m, those creatures had little experience when it came to actual fighting. Their control over durability was poor.
However, their enthusiasm to attain glory pushed them to be near berserk-like foes. They would not go down until death.
'19, 20, 21,' Ogoro counted mentally, hacking away at his enemies. He dealt precise deadly strikes. With someone reliable covering his left flank, he feared nothing.
Aito simply bashed away the orcs, barely using his ax, incapacitating orcs before sending them towards Ogoro to be butchered.
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YoanRoturier
YoanRoturier "And thus the first day came to a close. The battle in itself had lasted less than an hour. However, time matters little to orcs. It was the meaning behind the event that counted. Their primary goal wasn't entertainment, after all. It was witnessing glory. No harms would be done to challengers just because they had won, on the contrary. They would be respected."
Extract from, "Yggdrasi Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris," by Roan the Merchant.
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