Chapter 132: Slaughter
[Frost Orc Warlord, Level 71]
Damon gritted his teeth as he was unexpectedly pushed back by the massive orcs. The moment he attacked, each of them formed a layer of icy armor on top of their normal armor, and some even had icy spikes protruding from them.
The orcs’ icy armor glistened like crystalline blades, reflecting the dying embers of the bonfire in a harsh, mesmerizing glow. Damon’s smile only widened as he felt the cold bite at his face, his blood pumping with a savage thrill.
If he were not careful, he would have already been impaled several times and sent to the graveyard. "These guys are going to be tricky." He smiled as he geared up his attack power.
The frost orc warlord let out a roar that shook the ground. The snow itself seemed to obey its command, swirling into a jagged, freezing maelstrom around its massive form. More than three of them surrounded Damon and lunged forward with crystalline spears in their hand.
Chains erupted from the ground, holding Damon in place, and in a moment, he was going to get skewered from all directions.
However, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. No one was here except for their group of three, and there was no need for Damon to hold back.
A sizzling, red-hot, crimson fire lance appeared in his hand the next moment, forged from the combined power of blood and fire. The lance’s heat carved steam into the frozen air, the light reflecting in his eyes like twin infernos.
"Nice try," Damon shouted. With a flick of his wrist, the fire lance spun in a deadly arc, slicing through the ice chains as if they were paper. The chains shattered, sending shards of frost flying.