Garret Fenix saw the Shang warriors flee like cowards and felt confused.
'Aren't they allied to the undead? Lyndwrym does trade with the cultivation empires, yet their arrogance and betrayal during withdrawal puzzles me.'
His thoughts faded because many Stage Fives orcs stepped forward. Garret Fenix frowned but clenched his sword, covered in blood and orc flesh. He lifted his blazing sword proudly, gazing at the attacking orcs.
'No... this is my chance. To buy time for the others to recover!'
"I am Garret Fenix, Earl of the Phoenix Glade, who dares face me!"
A single orc stepped forward, his body taller than the average male but shorter than most orcs, wearing black metal armour covering his body and face, with one arm torn off.
"I am Asran, the bloody of the Monster Empire! Commander of the great legion that brings you to the brink of destruction and despair! Fight me, Garret, Fenix!"
