High Orc Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

Shang Yin said this in one breath with a wry smile on his face. "What's me being a halfling weapon master got to do with it?" asked Kirou in confusion. "According to the game's website, Half-lings on a whole need 30% more experience to level up than all other races. This is due to them having more traits than the others and helps to balance them out. On top of that, weapon masters have no skill tree so whatever skill you used to hunt the monsters had to be self-developed. And even further than that is the fact that to get as much experience as you did, you had to complete each quest with a grade above B rank. Now you tell me, Brother Wang, knowing all this, wouldn't you think you were facing

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The only way from here was down. Orlov braced himself for the jump, not knowing how deep the hole was, and allowed himself to fall freely. At the sight of a dim light, Orlov chanted a spell to catch him under his breath. He took a moment to collect himself and observe his surroundings, but his intel-time was cut short by sounds of growling and squelching. Orlov dusted himself off and immediately gripped the handle of his sword. There shouldn’t be any monsters on Holy Land-- unless the barrier finally broke.

Hana whined. Moan bowed her head quietly, she sympathized with Hana's concerns, but they had already tried their best to level up their spells. Among the exotic people, Moan was the one at the highest level. The rest are all at level 6 and level 7. To fight real werewolves at a higher rank than them is extremely difficult. Moan understood Hana's heartache and understood the efforts of his comrades.

Eight feet of pure horror bounding through the woods, towards the horde made up of at least twenty high orcs. High Orcs were normal orcs who evolved due to their high intake of mana from the surroundings. They are commonly found since mana is everywhere but for there to be a horde of this many High Orcs then both their physiques that cause them to take in so much mana and the forest which is filled with mana are highly compatible. My wolf, half the size of the smallest orc in the group, lunges straight at the throat of one of the High Orcs. It holds it in place with his massive claws then rips out the throat before the overgrown orc has any chance to swing its club.

“You’re right, Isolde. I shouldn’t let fear hold me back. I’ll speak to the elders and let them know my intentions.” Isolde smiled, proud of Constantine’s resolve. “That’s the spirit, my dear. I’ll be here to support you every step of the way.” As Constantine made her decision, a sense of empowerment filled her. She realized that it was time to step out of the shadows and into her own destiny, a destiny that was uniquely hers to shape. With Isolde’s guidance and the support of her coven, she was ready to embrace the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead on her path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer.

Alirion shouts at the more smart looking orcs yet a lot frightening in their appearance. “Our numbers are plenty. They cannot win against us.” Surely this orc is more intelligible but over confident. “Stop bragging to me. Just make sure you will not fail me!” Alirion snaps back. The orc left without another word. Alirion starts to pace around a bit worried if he has really prepared this mountain peak well enough with as much dark spells and hideous creatures he has bent to his will to rid of some of the more valiant fairies who would try to penetrate his protection spell around this mountain peak.

Sir Hugo steps into the arena. ‘First to fight is Ornak and Grim,’ he announces. Two orcs, around nine and ten years old, appear and face each other. They pound their chest with their fists as Sir Hugo counts down from three. The orcs spread their feet apart and grip each other’s arms firmly. They use all their strength to try and pin each other down. Ornak releases his grip from Grim’s arms and sweeps his foot around, making Grim fall back. Grim immediately jumps back up and lunges towards Ornak. They roll a few times until Ornak successfully keeps Grim down. Sir Hugo holds Ornak’s arm up high, ‘Ornak wins the round,’ he declares.

- Still hiding instead of leaving, the Jormonts and the Larvics were delighted to see Oner show up. "He's finally doing it!" Horatio Jormont was exclaiming in delight. "Great! It doesn't even matter if he wins or loses—Caleb Crawford will become an enemy of the Solos!" "That's right!" Din nodded, narrowing his eyes. "Oner isn't Shar—he's superior both in clan position and cultivation. He has been suppressing his martial cultivation too. If anything, his sword cultivation has most likely reached Sword Monarch, and rumor has it that he's likely to reach top ten in Earth rank with his full power!"

Not only was this suspected Possessed enough of a match for Mane, he had no help. If he wanted to do this alone he had to make sure that his scholar level was the same as the Possessed’s wielding level. When he fought the Earth realm Possessed on Zandor, 3rd lamented that if Mane was a Mid-Level Scholar he wouldn’t have required any help to locate its core. And that was because a Mid-Level Scholar was equivalent to an Earth Realmer. Now that he was facing a Heaven Realmer, unless his scholar level was at the High Level, he couldn’t possibly do this on his own.