Inside a large tent there was a man kneeling in front of six beings of great power.
The scene seemed to be taken from a painting, Gorak the orc shaman was kneeling in front of the great leaders of the orc army.
In front of him sat on a raised platform the great orc king Malak and his six generals, unlike the others both the orc king and the leaders were red-skinned.
This showed that they were not just orcs, but superior orcs, they were ten times more powerful than the strongest orc in the tribe.
- Repeat Gorak, how is it that you lost not only all the slaves you had captured but also more than 80% of the spoils?
Malak's voice thundered through the room, making even the floor vibrate. His generals, those who were considered to be on the same level as the king, all had their heads down. This was not just respect, there was fear on their faces, because they knew how tyrannical and unstoppable Malak could be.
- Great leader, forgive me, we were ambushed near the wall.
Sweat could be seen running down Gorak's face.
- Elite of the kingdom? Archmage?
Malak spat out these words as he stared at Gorak.
- No, my lord, he was just a man. He carried a saber, but his strength and speed were out of the ordinary. No one could stop him. He only stopped his charge when he reached the slave convoy.
Gorak trembled as he remembered the man with long hair and a killing intent so powerful that it made even the bravest orcs tremble with fear.
– A man? You must be joking, a single human was able to destroy a platoon of 100 soldiers? Malak could not believe this fact, as it was impossible for such an event to have happened. – Gorak, get out, I have a lot to think about, I will send someone to warn you of your punishment. Malak gathered his generals and they entered into a great debate while he expelled Gorak from the room. Gorak left with a frown in a bad mood, while the first rays of sun began to appear on the horizon the old orc walked towards his laboratory grumbling and stamping his feet on the floor. As soon as he entered the scene in front of him raised his stress to another level, because there was his miserable slave sleeping even while he was suffering the retaliation of his king. – YOU BASTARD. The last shred of sanity was gone and Gorak was furious. – YOU SHIT, THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU USELESS, DIE YOU WORM.
Gorak screamed at the top of his lungs as he beat Davos without measuring his strength, he only stopped when he realized that the worm in front of him had lost consciousness.
3 months later.
Davos had lost a lot of weight because of Gorak, he no longer had a constant diet, sometimes he ate once a day, sometimes every three days, every day was pure torture, Gorak would arrive early in the morning when he was in a good mood, he would give him something to eat and perform painful experiments on Davos.
But when he was in a bad mood Davos would spend the day being beaten until he lost consciousness and only woke up the next morning.