Orson let out a cold laugh as he gripped the Heavenly Fire Staff in his hand.
A single bottle of Rootless Water had been so hard to come by, and yet Ninelra had acted as though it were a very difficult decision to make.
Such a dishonest deal—no wonder Orson had to act harshly!
Apart from Queen Ninelra, the only other strong half-orc figures were a few elite boss priests. The rest of the half-orcs were about as strong as ordinary beastmen.
Even now, in close combat, with Orson's current health, it wouldn't be an issue to withstand Ninelra's damage for a short period of time.
The super elite creatures in the sacred ground, despite their high level and numbers, wouldn't last long under the Crimson Lizard King's percentage-based dragon breath.
Within ten seconds, Orson could turn the entire sacred ground into a dead zone!
"Mocking me? You guys are…"
