Chapter 38Premium
The Orc Champion was built more like a Troll than an Orc, and strangely enough, it had six arms.
Despite its brutish appearance, it charged with surprising speed.
“All mercenaries except the newbie and Jebeon-i, get up there.”
“Yes, sir!”
I drew my sword again and addressed the mercenaries.
With that kind of momentum, the Silver Rank mercenaries would be swept away in an instant.
Only Jebeon-i and the newbie would be of any real use.
As the mercenaries retreated up the hill, I gripped my sword and charged straight at the Orc Champion.
*Grawr!!*
The Orc Champion, wielding a weapon in each of its six arms, roared and swung as I approached...
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