Abel did not have any sympathy towards those 24 orcs, but he still respected their bravery. It was a night and day difference combat to the ugly soul of wizard Hubert.
By the time White Cloud returned, not a single orc was left standing. The only one remaining was Abel.
White Snow turned into a normal snow eagle again and landed back on Abel's shoulder. It was hard to imagine how this innocent looking thing had killed 24 orcs.
Abel was too lazy to search what was on those orcs. With their rank, what good things could they have anyway?
His gaze turned towards the sea of bones. The unknown was still waiting for him to explore.
He plunged his long spear on the ground and held the knight sword in his hand. He then snatched the magic shield from Head Commander Donald's back. Although that magic shield was nothing too amazing, it still functioned as a normal shield.
