Uzul emerged from the thick foliage, approaching the 'Cross' guild who stood in formation, ready to defend themselves against his impending attack.
He felt annoyed as he sensed Zarfu's gaze fixed upon his back. Uzul knew that the orc craved for a peaceful resolution, but he himself had no intention of negotiating. Eliminating the 'Cross' guild was an absolute necessity.
"You've killed one of my men!"
He shouted and pointed his bloodied Axe towards Robin, who stood among the front lines of the formation. Uzul gritted his teeth as he noticed that his equipment was not superior to Robin's.
'Even with all the money, I can't surpass him!'
He felt rage burning within his chest and smirked, knowing that one of his passive skills, which granted him additional attributes based on the intensity of his anger towards the enemy, was now functioning at maximum capacity.
