Chapter 25
As Dojae and his group headed toward the building.
“Squeak!”
The Red Oak Priest sat inside a hut woven from wood and grass.
He was crafting something—attaching a pure white skull to the end of a long wooden pole.
The skull, likely from a monster other than an orc, was smooth and cleanly stripped of flesh, featuring two sharply protruding horns.
“Squeak!”
He hung cloth around the horns as decoration, then let out a satisfied snort.
This would be its new staff for future rituals.
Thump-thump-.
With the staff complete, the creature headed toward the wall.
Hanging on the wall was the old staff it had used until now.
He planned to break the now-unnecessary old staff.
It wasn’t a keepsake, and to other orcs besides the priest, it was nothing more than a club used a few times before being discarded.
“Thud.”
He carefully laid the new staff beside him and picked up the old one.
And just as he was about to break it!
“Whoosh!”
He suddenly threw himself back, tilting his head toward the ceiling.
Even if he was a priest specialized in magic, an orc was still an orc.
It was an instinctive reaction to sensing danger.
Pssshh-.
Unfortunately, the Red Oak Priest’s reaction was far too slow compared to his opponent’s.
“Gulp… gulp.”
The creature with its throat pierced twitched.
He managed to make a snorting sound, but it was a meaningless action.
Swish-.
A blue-hued blade sliced down from the throat.
It sliced through the priest’s body as smoothly as tearing through soft dough.
