Novel & Cerita Orc Hunter

Mother! The two orcs are about to slam me with their bats so I just close my eyes. It's the end of me. I wasn't careful. I can't go home to- Grrrooooaaaaarrrrr!!!! I just opened my eyes when I heard a scream of an orc and there I saw Cayden who looked very bad at the Orcs who were now lying down and lifeless. Crap. How did he do that? To kill the two orcs in a matter of seconds? But right, Gen said, isn't this the strongest? Why do I always forget this?

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.

she protested. Aurelia’s face lit up as a wide grin spread across her face, “Wedding planning,” she proudly announced. ​ ​ Achilles stood in Helga’s office as she sifted through stacks and stacks of books on Alchemy and familiars. “How could it be a vision?” he asked her. “I’m not sure, your highness, it may not be visions but, something about that mark seems…familiar. Not something I’ve seen before on any Vampire or Dhampir but, maybe in some of my research,” she told him. “If it were a vision, why would she be in so much pain? I’ve found her now, I swore she would never experience pain again,” he said, pleadingly.

Oliver retorted with a smirk. "Prepare to meet your end," announced Oliver. In a blink of an eye, Aurora noticed a rapid, almost lightning-fast movement. The piercing screams and the gruesome sound of bones shattering filled the air. She watched as blood pooled on the ground. She found herself standing alongside Oliver, who remained unmoved, and Orion, whose amusement was evident as he observed the unfolding spectacle. The man, once brimming with an aura of invisible power, was now effortlessly besting his adversaries.

If I blacked out now, Hermes might die. Another explosion shook the walls. Roman’s laughter broke through the ringing in my ears. “Didn’t she tell you?” His voice taunted. “I hate another man’s scent on what belongs to me.” Hermes’s eyes found me, in them rage and bloodlust. The heat in his glare burned me. Before I could scream at him to leave… His gun dropped. A guttural growl spilled from his throat. Bones cracked. Grey fur on taut muscle as he shifted. His canines gleamed, dripping for death.

The monsters. One by one, dripping from the wound in reality like maggots from a carcass, their shapes shifting in the sickly glow. First the beast with the bone claws, its white talons digging deep furrows into the forest floor as its three eyes snapped open, burning like coals. Then came the orcs—hulking, green-skinned abominations wielding rusted axes, tusks dripping with foam. Their guttural howls rattled the trees, echoing in my ribs.

Losing that one person is akin to stabbing someone to death. The pain is unbearable and couldn’t be put into words. Only hearts could speak the words and tears could convey the emotions deeply concealed. “From her words, it seems like devils are adamant on becoming an immortal and ascend to divinity. But why do orcs need her baby’s core? In the first place, orcs don’t want to mingle with other creatures.” The sparrow mother told us that an orc was chasing her after killing her husband for his core. She finally ran away from the orc when we met her, hence her attitude.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Corvu looks at him now, and folding his arms he simply replies. “Nothing.” The Orc grunts and steps back for a moment, only to grab the hammer he had placed on the ground moments ago. I hadn’t noticed but the hammer itself actually had spikes coming out of the ends like a savage meat grinder. “Last words, boy?” He asks, lifting the hammer above his shoulder. My heart sank. I didn’t have time to come up with any kind of plan. Corvu simply stands up slowly and faces the Orc.

Monster: Oakwood Forest Fire Hound Monster Level: 26 Health: 35,000/43,000 Attack: 210 Defense: 90 Skills: Intimidating Roar, Fire Breath, Rabid Bite, Claw Strike, Fire Fang The archer watched as Kirou narrowly dodged the attacks of the five hounds while retaliating with a few punches to their snouts. It may have been a misconception on the archer's part, but he could swear that the fire hounds seemed to be reacting strangely after being punched. That, coupled with a few damage figures floating above the fire hounds' heads, allowed the archer to deduce that Kirou's gloves probably inflicted a status effect that results in health loss on their targets. As for whether it is poison damage, blee