The Orcs were tense and confused about what to do. They looked at the leader of their group, the High Orc, who seed to be in equal dilemma, his staff-wielding hand trembling.
Sensing the heavy gazes of his subordinates, the High Orc grit his teeth, and his features shifted through different expressions, as if experiencing a myriad of emotions at this mont. The orcs stared at him, anticipating his decision, unaware that their expectant gazes placed the High Orc under imnse pressure.
"Damn it, let's get this over with!" The High Orc spat out in a fed-up voice, his grip on his staff tightening.
"But, Baka, what should we do?" One of the orcs pointed out, and everyone's gaze settled back on their comrade, who was still in Solora's iron grip. His eyes reflected sheer terror, and his mouth made odd, silent movents, as if he were saying: Please, make this pain stop! I can't take it anymore!
The High Orc's grip on his staff weakened again. They knew that if they made any unnecessary advances, their comrade would be crushed. Even now, they could see the faint indentation and hear the subtle sound of sothing cracking—it was easy to tell that the orc's bones were slowly being crushed.
"Let him go, and let's discuss like sentient beings." The High Orc proposed, slowly lowering his staff. The other orcs hesitated before lowering their crude-looking weapons, which ranged from axes to jagged swords.
Unlike mindless beasts, the intelligence of orcs was just slightly below that of humans. After all, they were considered one of the countless races in Eos.
According to what Nox knew, orcs usually resided on the non-human continent. It was for this reason that he was slightly curious about what this group was doing at the border, hundreds of miles away from the Valerian Kingdom.
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Maybe they're on an expedition or sothing, Nox mumbled to himself. Casually lifting his arm, a beam of shadowy energy erupted from his fingertips. The energy soared through the air before detonating point-blank in an area heavily infested with monsters.
Boom!
A dark, blinding light erupted from the point of impact, followed by the shrieks of beasts whose body parts were blasted apart, fragnts flying across the valley.
The remaining monsters, attracted by the explosion, swerved their heads toward the source. Their gazes locked onto the culprit—Nox, who was still seated on the rocky hill, his feet dangling casually.
At this mont, the human emitted a suffocating presence, like that of a predator about to pounce. Although Nox's attention wasn't on them, it felt as if he were staring directly into their very souls.
The monsters flinched in horror and turned tail, attempting to flee. At that mont, Nox's head jerked up from his thoughtful posture, his piercing gaze settling on the fleeing beasts. He clicked his fingers.
A thunderous rumble echoed throughout the surroundings—this was all the beasts heard before they slamd into an unseen structure.
BOOM!
The impact was so violent that the valley trembled, cracks spreading across the ground like a spiderweb. The fleeing monsters had collided with sothing. Their bodies crumpled upon impact. So let out weak groans before collapsing into lifeless heaps, while others, dazed and disoriented, twitched on the ground, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
It was only after a few seconds that they noticed the towering walls now obstructing their view.
Monster!
Never in their lives did they imagine a day when they would call a human a monster. But this… this was the exact thought running through their minds at that mont.
Those dark, soulless eyes.
They couldn't belong to a human. There was no way.
Still idly dangling his feet in the air, Nox was actually in a state of trance, not paying attention to the monsters frozen in fear.
Stroking his chin, Nox thought, Hmmm, anyway, I should tell Solora not to enga—
Before he could finish his thought process, a loud crack echoed, followed by an agonizing scream.
Sigh. Nox exhaled. Now it will be much harder to find out information from them.
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'Pathetic creatures. Since you're too cowardly to make the first move, I shall start!'
Solora's srizing blue eyes glead with cruel amusent as her tail constricted further around the unfortunate orc in her grasp. The cracking sound was unmistakable—his ribs had shattered.
The orc's body spasd violently, his mouth opening in a silent scream before a hoarse, gurgled cry escaped his throat. His hands clawed desperately at the smooth, scaled surface wrapped around him, but it was futile.
CRACK!
The orc's body jerked unnaturally, his spine snapping in multiple places. His comrades recoiled in horror, so visibly trembling. The High Orc's staff-wielding hand shook even more violently than before.
"Damn it—!" he hissed, but before he could react, Solora uncoiled slightly and snapped her body forward.
The broken orc was flung like a ragdoll. His limp, lifeless form crashed into the dirt in front of his comrades, rolling a few tis before stopping—his face twisted in an expression of pure agony, his eyes frozen open, lifeless.
Silence.
The orcs stared in disbelief, unable to process what had just happened. Their brethren, their comrade, was gone—his life snuffed out like it was nothing.
Solora slithered forward. Her srizing blue eyes glead with mockery. "Now then… who's next?"
The orcs instinctively took a step back. Fear had completely taken hold.
This python… this beautiful python was only beautiful in appearance.
It was a Demon.
anwhile, Nox finally stirred from his trance, letting out a tired sigh as he stood up from his rocky perch. He dusted off his clothes and leapt toward the orcs effortlessly.
Thud!
Nox landed among them, causing the monsters to flinch.
Him! The High Orc scread internally, his grip on his staff now white-knuckled, his breathing uneven.
"There was no need for that," Nox muttered, eyeing Solora while completely ignoring the presence of the orcs.
Solora rely let out a soft chuckle. "They started it first. The tall, ugly one wanted to do sothing bad to you. I couldn't help myself."
"Is that so?" Nox muttered, his voice cold. The chill in his tone caused a bead of sweat to accumulate on the High Orc's temple.
Nox exhaled, turning his gaze back to the remaining orcs, particularly the High Orc.
"Well? I believe you were saying sothing about talking like sentient beings… If I may ask, is that still possible?"
Nox was very curious to know what an orc was doing in the outer periter of the human domain.
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