Chapter 452
An empty lot.
Whoosh!
-Thwack!
An orc of such enormous stature it was hard to believe it was an orc swung its axe through the air.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whether due to its sheer size or the orc’s bulging muscles, the massive axe—as enormous as the orc’s towering frame exceeding 4 meters—sliced through the air with each swing.
Thud!
After a while, the orc, who had been swinging its axe nonstop, stopped chopping and set the axe down on the ground.
-Pant… pant…
Had swinging the axe been exhausting? Beads of sweat glistened on the orc’s crimson skin, and hot breath puffed from its nose and mouth.
Thud thud thud!
And right then.
-Huh?
The orc, catching his breath and resting, turned his head at the sound of footsteps approaching his ear. He looked toward the source of the sound. And the orc saw another orc with a panicked expression.
-Horke?
The orc rushing over with that panicked look was Horke, one of the great warriors of the Red Orcs, the race that ruled this unexplored land, the ‘Plains of the Setting Sunset’.
‘What happened? What the hell?’
The orc thought as he watched Horke rapidly closing the distance with a frantic look on his face. The fact that Horke, a great warrior, was rushing over with such urgency meant something serious had happened.
-Rakshid! Chuiik! This is bad! Chuiik!
As the distance closed, Horke opened his mouth and shouted.
-Intruder! An intruder has appeared. Chuiik!
-Intruders? Chuiik?
Lakshid questioned Horke’s cry. An intruder?
