Chapter 13 Level 5 Of Dungeon
The three greenish orcs stood silently, awaiting Zane’s approach. Their eyes gleamed with intelligence and killing intent. Each gripped a cleaver bristling with metal spikes, the blades pulsing faintly with mana.
Zane’s eyes narrowed as he assessed them. Above their heads hovered the expected bars:
Health: 100 | Mana: 100
Strength: 62 | Agility: 60 | Intelligence: 61
He frowned.
"That’s... a big jump."
No more cannon fodder. These were elite-tier orcs.
Two of them surged forward, cleavers glowing. With synchronized swings, they slammed their weapons into the ground.
Crack!
The stone floor split open as jagged fissures tore through the ground, racing toward him—Earth-style: Fissure, an A.O.E. attack meant to corner and crush.
Zane flickered out of the way, his figure blurring as he narrowly avoided the exploding terrain beneath his feet.