Max Level Miscellaneous Character

Pew!

An arrow flew. Ivan quickly pulled out his shield and blocked his front, and, under his protection, Delfino offered a prayer.

“Lord of Brilliant Light, embrace us with that warm light…”

And a warm divine power emanates from Delfino’s body, and it seeps into the bodies of others.

Wee-.

Ivan felt the presence of a shield surrounding him. The flying arrows were blocked. Arrows were no longer a threat.

Whoooo, whoooo-.

“Woo! Woo! Woo!”

The sound of the horns resounded once more, and the strange cheers of the orcs grew closer and closer. He couldn’t pinpoint the direction. The sound came from all directions.

Tadadak!

Lizardmen warriors did not just wait for the enemy. As soon as they saw the Orcs, they ran to them. Orcs were a race of strong warriors, but Lizardmen were more. The power and explosive speed emanating from its large size was enough to cut the orcs’ heads.

Ivan also ran with a sword. It pierced the heart of the Orc who was in the lead. He kicked the guy approaching from the side, cleared it, and blew the neck of the guy behind him.

The ax split the skull of a certain guy, and created new hole in the chest of the spearman.

Their blood soaked Ivan’s body. The orcs’ blood was red, hot, and fishy. As always.

Even as he defeated the Orcs, Ivan’s expression was not good. There were too many enemies.

He looked at the possessed Lizardman warriors. They also lost their initial momentum and seemed to be getting stuck little by little. Wounds were engraved on their hard hide one by one.

Orcs were all strong warriors and fighters, fanatics who believed that their death brought glory to this land.

Orcs liked fierce battles. They felt a sense of ecstasy in the bloody battle. They thought that a battle with the strong would be a blessing.

The tribal god they worship, the orc god Tarkan, wanted it. Therefore, he could not be vigilant just because they were weaker than himself.

bang!

Ferocious Tooth swung the sword, breaking rocks and splitting the floor. The bodies of the orcs standing around them were split and their red bean legs were crushed.

However, the Orcs did not lose their fighting spirit when they lost one of their limbs. He dyed his eyes red and tried to wield the sword even once more. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)

Crawl if you can’t walk, bite if you can’t wield the weapon.

If there were over tens, not one, and if they thought there were hundreds and thousands behind them, they would get tired of it.