Chapter 38 The Final 10 Years
A few years ago, I got a mini-quest when I stumbled upon a snow orc tribe. Many in the safe region here were being killed and captured. So I took up the job to do it, getting a quest.
It was by Cilora, of all people seemed she had many small quests littered around for people here. Hell, I'm not complaining at all.
So I went and threw myself into the village and started to slaughter all I could.
I was fighting a tribe of snow orcs. Weaving and dodging clubs, great swords, and spears. I killed over 20 of them as they were all in the 30-50 level range. Each kill only enraged the orc leader who was lv 66, he thought his troops could easily kill this annoying bug.
However, he was quickly mistaken for strange red attacks that decimated his warriors. This tiny dog like human, was slaughtering them all with glee on its face. Staring down at the chief trying to intimidate it with its odd-colored eyes.
