The Ogre King, Brunt, stepped into the chaotic scene with confidence.
One could clearly see the satisfaction of a proud perpetrator plastered on her face.
In one hand, she held a metal club and in the other was the head of Elder Faleon hanging down from it by the strands of his hair.
In a fit of rage, Valore made a rash decision, one that he could back with his skill.
The handsome elf warrior closed the gap between him and the Ogre King in no time.
Getting the Ogre King within the range of his sword, Valore swung his silver blade in a horizontal slash that aimed to decapitate Brunt in a single swing.
However, he missed and by a long shot.
Swoosh!
The female Ogre landed several metres away from the elf warrior.
She cracked her neck, making loud popping sounds, and smirked at Valore before tossing Faleon's head towards him.
