Here, there are about twenty or so Orc warriors, as well as enemies emitting a strange aura, whose numbers are not even half of the former.
"Kill!" A bare-chested Orc warrior roars. His muscular arms suddenly swing, and the battle-axe in his hand smashes hard onto the frozen ground, causing a cone-shaped shockwave wrapped in snow and ice in front of him.
A thin middle-aged man in a dark green robe could not dodge in time and was hit squarely. His arms, which were hastily raised, were broken, hanging limply on both sides of his body. As he staggered backward, another Orc warrior ruthlessly struck him in the back with a war hammer. A mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, yet he still roared: "Doesn't hurt a bit! I...um...ah! I'm not injured at all!"
Then, as if nothing happened, he got up from the ground. The shattered bones and spurting organs from just a few seconds ago had somehow healed!
