An arrow pierced Urok’s neck.1

“Argh…” he groaned.0

Urok suppressed the blood welling up in his throat and engraved the faces of his enemies in his memory. He glared resentfully at the three men who had hindered his plans—Crockta, the orc warrior from the continent; Tiyo, the gnome soldier who had come with Crockta; and Anor, the forgotten descendant of necromancers who had appeared out of nowhere. If it hadn’t been for them, Nuridot would have fallen into his hands without the chiefdom suffering much loss. However, those three had ruined everything.0

Urok tried to make a last-ditch effort with his axe, but his body refused to move. A red color seeped into the edges of his vision. He could sense that his end was approaching.0

Urok wanted to at least ruin the three men's triumphant expressions, so he cursed them, “The chieftain… will chase after you guys.”0

However, he didn't get the reaction he had anticipated. The three men appeared to be amused as if they had been waiting for him to say those exact words. Urok acknowledged his defeat. These men were much bolder and stronger than he had expected.0

Urok then raised his gaze and saw Crockta’s greatsword flashing in the sun right in front of his eyes.0

‘Ahh, that light,’ Urok thought wistfully.0

He had always welcomed the sight of flashing blades under the sunlight on the battlefield.0

Then, a pitch-black curtain started to descend on him, starting from the top of his head. Urok realized that the darkness was death coming to greet him, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open to see the light of the blade. Thus, Urok met his end with his eyes wide open.0

“This is the end,” said Crockta.0

Anor’s appearance earlier had completely changed the tide of war. With nothing to hold him back, Crockta began to ruthlessly slaughter the chiefdom orcs, and Anor revived the orcs that Crockta...0