With a quick swing, the wolf was put out of its misery. Turning to look at the orc once more, Magnus simply gestured for him to lead the way.
And so, under a cloudy sky, one orc and one man trod through the snow.
With the orc in front leading the way, Magnus wasn't worried about being lost anymore.
He shot a quick glance at his status window.
[Name: Magnus (changeable)]
[Level: 11]
[Experience: 31/4000]
[STR: 40] [SPD: 49] [INT: 11] [WIL: 47] [-] [-]
'Strength went up by 4 on its own, same as speed... I think. Willpower also increased by two points. Say, system, how do these stats work compared to a normal person's stats?'
[A healthy adult has 5 points. One that exercises often is around 7.]
'I see. Lemme see the skill shop, I haven't checked it in a while.'
He scrolled through the list of available skills. Other than both of the mana skills being down to 2 points, the rest stayed at the same price. All the way at the bottom however, he found two new skills.
[Weight - 5]
[Recovery - 12]
'Hmmm... The first one would probably make me slower, judging by the name. Recov... Probably heal faster when sleeping?'
They continued traveling, both silent. Seemingly incapable of taking the silence, the orc suddenly spoke.
"You'll like the camp. Food, warm fires. Women if you want-"
He felt a hand clutching his shoulder, digging painfully into his flesh. Turning to look at Magnus, the pained scream was swallowed down.
"Less talking, more walking."
It could only nod it's head, as it's arm hung limply on the side.
Under the gray skies, they kept traveling for what felt like hours. Only the snow and the bitter winds were their companions, occasionally making the orc shiver. Magnus, bare chested, was seemingly unaffected by the chill.
Eventually, Magnus saw smoke in the distance.
"Camp is beyond that hill. There's 40 of us there, all big and strong. Let me talk with -"
It couldn't finish the sentence, a hand piercing through it's neck. Removing his bloody hand, Magnus grabbed the body and sped towards the camp.
Reaching the top of the hill, he spotted the village.
A fence out of wood stakes surrounded the village, which consisted of wooden huts and simple tents. Wolves were kept in one large pen opposite of Magnus, while a large wooden structure stood in the middle.
The inhabitants, the orcs, were moving about. Some guards dozed on their watch, while others were grilling what appeared to be a human limb over a fire.
'Disgusting. But thanks to you guys... I won't have it too bad, will I?'
Magnus thought process was simple.
Kill the orcs, free the slaves and get them to follow him. A thousand wasn't an impossible number if he raided such villages one after another.
'And it could double as a base camp... Though a bad one. '
Double checking to make sure there were no archers, he began running towards the camp.
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Two orcs were grilling a human leg, drooling as they gazed upon the dripping juices. Their sensitive noses enjoyed every whiff of the sizzling flesh.
Before it was done however, a distant yell interrupted them.
"ENEM-"
CRACK!
40 pairs of eyes turned to look where the noise came from.
Boom!
The main gate burst open, splinters flying everywhere. A lone figure was dragging an orc body across the snow, it's head missing.
"HELLO EVERYONE, MY NAME IS MAGNUS, BE READY TO DIE!"
The nearest orc charged towards Magnus, snarling as it brogh a battleaxe down on him. Stretching out his hand, Magnus unprotected hand grabbed at the blade.
Crack!
With the sound of wood breaking, the axe handle broke. Throwing the axe head to the Side, a punch flew towards the orc.
'Hoo... This is fun.'
The orc collapsed to the ground, it's face caved in.
The next orc arrived, bringing a crude metal club down onto Magnus head. A light sidestep followed by a backhand punch, and another orc collapsed.
A wolf charged at him, having broken free of the pen, it's maw wide open as it tried to bite his head off.
With a chuckle, Magnus hands grabbed its jaws and pulled. The lower jaw was torn off effortlessly, and the beast collapsed, twitching.
Two orcs had closed the gap, and axe from front and back closing in. He closed In on the orc before him, a punch digging through its chest.
A kick was sent backwards, and the other orc also collapsed.
'Ah, this is so much fun!'
The howls and roars echoed in the orc village, one after another falling silent.
His breathing steady, a smile adorned Magnus face. Surrounding him, 41 or bodies lay in pools of their own blood. And in his hand was the 42nd and last orc of the camp.
'Ah... I mowed down 40 of them without breaking a sweat, when they're usually equal to two knights. How blissful ~.'
A female orc.
The only reason she was alive was because she surrendered, unlike the rest. 'Not for long, however.'
"I heard your kin indulge in slavery." he let go of her throat, sitting on an orc corpse nearby.
"Y...yes. There are several slaves inside of this camp."
"Show me around, I want to see the camp and the slaves with my own eyes."
After a quick tour, he described the camp in one word.
"Dogshit." nodding his head, he looked at the cages in front of him.
A dozen metal cages were inside of the central building. A dozen pair of eyes looked at Magnus, their eyes void of any light. A rage suddenly burst forth from within-
A backhand swing, and the female orcs body collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
"Ah, oops. I got angry."
This wasn't fake anger for the sake of putting a performance. This was genuine anger at seeing a human being mistreated and broken. By now, his hatred for orcs was soaring to new heights, putting them on the same level as the nobility of Azel.
As he got closer to the cages, the slaves inside backed away from him.
He didn't know if they could understand him, he didn't care either. Placing his hands on the the metal bars, he began tearing off door after door.
With one final resounding thud, there was nothing that seperate the people inside and him.
'A speech? No need-'
He stepped to the side, and with a blow the wall burst. The pairs of eyes, devoid of light, shook once more upon seeing the piles of or corpses.
'That's better~.'
He thought, blissfully unaware that this was only the beginning.