There were about 30 fully armed Orcs whose armor was damaged, unlike the gamers who polished their armor like mirrors. The gamers even used animal oils to protect the equipment. Arthur, who was a serious gamer, prepared whetstones to sharpen his blade so that his weapon could do more damage.
After the Orc shouted, he surveyed the puzzled gamers. Looking at the Houndhead Men, Gnomes, and Goblins, he spat at the entrance of the Guild and muttered to his companions, "Who are these worthless pieces of trash? Are we able to recruit brave and fearless warriors?"
"I don't know, Captain. They look weak and thin. Can Houndhead Men and Goblins be warriors? Those Gnomes don't look like Magicians."
An Orc adjutant who was full of dissatisfaction walked beside the strong Orc Captain.
"Apologies, do you require any services?" Evelynn asked.
The fierce-looking Orc spoke only two sentences before he turned and got ready to leave.
