Chapter 51: World Deadliest Talent: Child’s Play
— Pamela’s POV —
Returning to the command center that had been reduced to rubble, I didn’t know how to feel. That building housed dozens of active officers, including Colonel Adin and his lieutenant, Katrina.
To think both of them died to the same enemy they planned to sacrifice us to made me feel strange. I wasn’t sure whether to feel happy or sad—I only hoped Adam and Natasha heeded my words and left the building on time.
At the center of the rubble was the familiar figure leading the horde. It was the 8 ft tall sand-colored orc with a waist-length dress and a massive one-handed war axe. He was seated on a protruding part of the shattered debris, and it looked like he was patiently waiting for us.
Only now did I get a good look at his weapon. It wasn’t like that of other orcs who carried bone or roughly made hand axes.
This was made of some sort of special metal, with bluish veins stretching across its body down to its haft. Blue lightning crackled around the weapon.
"Just as my Lord predicted, there will be some resistance, but this city will eventually fall to us because humans are greedy and selfish..." the orc champion spoke in a human tongue so clearly, I had to look around in search of the source of the voice.
I couldn’t wrap it around my brain that an orc could speak the human language just like a middle-aged man.
Contrary to his hulking size and intimidating look, the orc champion’s voice was mild, calm, and civil. He sounded more human than most humans.
I looked over my shoulder, and as expected, Viktor was taken aback too. He looked like he was seeing a ghost, petrified by shock—or maybe fear. I couldn’t tell.
My gaze shifted back to the orc champion, filled with doubt. I have served as a professional Limitless for the Imperial States of America for over two decades. During this time, I have fought many foes, including orc champions.