Chapter 133: They are always summoning crap
It had only been a few minutes, but the trio had completely licked clean an entire cavern floor worth of ice orcs and frost warlords! They must have taken down at least 60 big guys in total!
Damon’s grin widened as he surveyed the wreckage. Dozens of frost orc warlords lay strewn across the battlefield, their icy armor now nothing more than smoldering husks. The air stank of blood, smoke, and victory.
"Looks like we’ve hit the motherlode," Damon muttered and ran a hand through his hair, leaving streaks of blood behind. "The vampire hall is going to get that upgrade soon."
Mark came up beside him, cracking his knuckles and grinning despite the frost clinging to his hair and armor.
Kate joined them, her staff still glowing faintly with residual blood magic. She looked out over the battlefield, her expression equal parts proud and amazed. "That was... intense," she breathed. "And fun," she added with a grin. "We should do this more often."
Damon laughed. "Fun, she says." He started walking out back in the thick of the swirling snowstorm. "This is only the first cavern. There are still five more like this. Let’s go." He quickly started jumping down the mountain wall, his claws having no problem finding grip in the slippery frozen hell.
The second cavern popped up soon enough, and another group of orcs stared at them with burning anger. Damon responded with a grin and right away went all out. The rest of the group could show up at any moment now and then his style would become cramped. It was best to clear out as many orcs as he could before those prying eyes arrived.
Mark and Kate soon joined him, and the three once again started their slaughter. This group was also composed mostly of ice orcs and frost warlords, and the three of them cleared out the cavern, just as before.
Damon continued climbing down the mountain, and soon they hit the third base of the ice orcs. This one was a little different. Aside from ice orcs and frost warlords, there were also ice orc shamans.