A man slowly walked inside the orc fortress, stepping on blood, entrails, and severed limbs alike.
The ground wet with gore didn't bother Josh in the least. This, in fact, was a scene he was totally used to. He even had a large grin as he nodded to the scene of the carnage satisfied.
Many orcs were running all over the place, trying to make sense of the situation. That's when they saw him. To them, he was as reassuring as a dinosaur-shaped fluorescent sticker to a child lost in darkness.
"S-shaman! The big cats attacked, how?!"
"Shaman, they went toward the king's lair!"
"Shaman, please save us! Banish the enemies!"
Shaman this, shaman that. How old were those orcs?
In any case, what was he supposed to do right now? At this moment, he had to play the odds with the creatures' lives. Which would be stronger?
- Two very hangry black panthers?
- One OP orc king that can totally use magic?
