Davos's days passed between being beaten, being a test subject and waking up at night to continue his studies. After a few days he began to separate rat corpses to create a small army. Of course, ten rat corpses couldn't do much against an orc, but they could easily steal his attention. Then Davos came, waiting for his opportunity to escape. It was nighttime and the young man was preparing for his escape. He had taken a large piece of leather and tied it to carry the 6 books and some other things he thought were important. When dawn began to fall, he began to put his plan into practice. He ran around the room, strategically placing his servants in key spots. He set up a dummy in his place on the straw bed and waited behind the entrance. Davos knew that the old orc wouldn't even suspect, because whenever he arrived, the young man was lying down, lying that he was unconscious. As soon as he heard footsteps approaching the entrance, he already knew. He calmly channeled his energy into his hands and began to create a bone needle the size of a hand. He added as much energy as he could so that the shot would be fast enough.
As soon as Gorak entered the cave, he walked towards Davos' bed. Without saying anything, the orc raised his staff and hit the bed with all his strength. As soon as he noticed something strange, a rat appeared in front of him. Its flesh was decomposing and its eyes glowed green.
- Squiii.
The rat made a noise and advanced towards Gorak. Before he realized it, many others had surrounded him.
They all let out a scream and rushed towards his body, scratching and biting his flesh.
- Let me go, you filthy maggots. I swear I'll kill you all.
Gorak raised his staff high and the tip of it began to glow red.
Before he could do anything, blood ran down his mouth, and in the middle of his chest there was a spike sticking out of it. His body fell to the ground, losing a lot of blood. Davos walked slowly towards the orc's body. He searched every inch of the body for anything that could be useful. In his hands was a small bag the size of a fist, made of leather and had a rope to tie his mouth. What surprised the young man was that the bag had no end, it was a dimensional item, he could store many things inside it and it wouldn't be full. "But what luck." Davos smiled awkwardly as he remembered the last time he had said that phrase. He put everything he could in the bag and finally tried to remove his necklace. Without much force, the necklace broke and the red beads fell to the ground. He walked using the orc's staff as a cane until the end of the exit. "Ugh." As soon as the sunlight hit his eyes, the young man was blinded for an instant. Then, after adjusting his vision, he was able to take a look at the enemy camp. It was a large circular fortress that could have more than 10,000 tents. This fact shocked Davos. "How am I going to get out of here now?" The young man was stunned by the fact in front of him. "You're not going! Die." A female voice sounded behind him. Before he could react, a cold wind ran through his body. His vision became strange because he could see everything spinning nonstop. (What happened?). As soon as the world stopped spinning, Davos could see that his face was on the ground. In front of him was a skinny body leaning on a headless staff. A jet of blood was flying profusely from the neck. Calmly, a red-skinned woman walked from behind the body and appeared in the young man's vision. She was carrying a spear in her hand. Davos couldn't look at the woman's face and his vision began to darken.
- And so ends Davos' story, but that would be if he had chosen another method of power, hehehehe.
In the darkness, the hooded man laughed madly.