The Orc lowered his gaze at its bleeding chest. There was an X-shaped slash wound in the middle of his chest, and green blood was oozing out of it. Its monstrous face showed surprise.
'Oh, it didn't die.' Ambrose spun the swords around like a whirlwind and hopped around like a boxer. 'Its endurance is fascinating. I wish I could see its health bar, but for some reason it is not showing.'
"Human..." The Orc suddenly spoke. Its voice was deep and raspy, as if there was something stuck in its throat. "Why... have you... summoned me?"
"You can speak, huh." Ambrose wasn't surprised, as creatures with higher levels also had higher intelligence. The Orc clearly wasn't common fodder. "I summoned you to kill you."
"Hah..." The Orc grinned, revealing disgusting yellowish teeth. "I appreciate... the honesty. You may be stronger... than the rest of the trash. However... not that... strong."
