Chapter 8: Hostile Reception
Twenty Ork Warriors surrounded their carriage, each one with menacing looks on their faces. It was as though they were barely restraining their urge to incite violence.
Daphne sat up straight and raised her hands into the air.
"Actually..." She smiled.
"These Orks are actually nicer than those I met."
Whoosh!
The shadows around them suddenly swirled and shifted. In the next second, multiple dark tendrils rose into the sky, blocking the Orks from the carriage.
Wise smirked.
’Looks like I won’t have to lift a finger.’
Due to the circumstances surrounding her life, Daphne was already a warrior by the time he found her.
She was born in a war ridden town that eventually succumbed to the demon lord’s army, because of this, battle was always her first option in a confrontation.
A thing of habit.