Chapter 88: DOOM IN RED SKIN
Rowan and Gilbert reached the location at full speed.
And what they saw after reaching, stopped them in their tracks frozen.
The ground was littered with bodies—men, women, even children. Blood soaked the dirt. Some people were still alive, running for their lives. But behind them, a group of goblins chased with twisted smiles. They were laughing and howling like wild animals. They were short, hunched creatures with sickly green skin. They had sharp yellow teeth, and long, clawed fingers. Their eyes were gleaming with malice, and their twisted limbs were moving with unnatural speed.
And then there were the dire wolves. Which looked exactly like normal wolves but double in size. They were tearing and eating the flesh of the dead.
The whole scenario was too gruesome.
A few mages tried to fight back, but their spells were too weak. Some couldn’t even cast properly. Their hands were shaking in fear.
And then came the real terror.
An orc stepped out from behind a crumbled building. It was massive—twice the size of any man. It was a brutish creature with thick red skin and had broad shoulders, bulging muscles and a fearsome face with a flat nose, deep yellow eyes, and large tusks jutting from its lower jaw. With every step it took, the ground was shaking. Dust flew up. Cracks were spreading through the street like spiderwebs with each step. It carried a huge axe. But even without it, its fists looked strong enough to crush any human with a single punch.
Rowan didn’t move. His heart pounded in his chest.
He looked around, hoping to see someone—anyone—even if it wasn’t a hunter. But who could help.
But there was no one.