"That bastard! Out of everything, did you have to drop stones over us?"
"Now I can't get rid of the title black tongue. Those three people wouldn't let it go."
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Leon walked ahead, raising a large frightening sword that was almost as tall as a person.
The sword was pitch black and sent shivers down the spine of anyone who watched.
His eyes were burning with a maddening battle spirit as he took large strides forward.
While those at back escaped easily, the one who were clashing with the Orcs were in a pinch as they backed away stones were on their tail, and at the front monster army stood with a smile.
Taking the initiative on their own, the soldiers at the front gave away feeling the sheer intensity of coldness and eeriness radiating from Leon.
Furious roars and miserable screams were still interweaved with the clashing striking of Orcs who started shooting their weapons while stepping back.
