[Frost Orc Warlord, Level 71]
Damon gritted his teeth as he was unexpectedly pushed back by the massive orcs. The mont he attacked, each of them ford a layer of icy armor on top of their normal armor, and so even had icy spikes protruding from them.
The orcs’ icy armor glistened like crystalline blades, reflecting the dying embers of the bonfire in a harsh, srizing glow. Damon’s smile only widened as he felt the cold bite at his face, his blood pumping with a savage thrill.
If he were not careful, he would have already been impaled several tis and sent to the graveyard. "These guys are going to be tricky." He smiled as he geared up his attack power.
The frost orc warlord let out a roar that shook the ground. The snow itself seed to obey its command, swirling into a jagged, freezing maelstrom around its massive form. More than three of them surrounded Damon and lunged forward with crystalline spears in their hand.
Chains erupted from the ground, holding Damon in place, and in a mont, he was going to get skewered from all directions.
However, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. No one was here except for their group of three, and there was no need for Damon to hold back.
A sizzling, red-hot, crimson fire lance appeared in his hand the next mont, forged from the combined power of blood and fire. The lance’s heat carved steam into the frozen air, the light reflecting in his eyes like twin infernos.
"Nice try," Damon shouted. With a flick of his wrist, the fire lance spun in a deadly arc, slicing through the ice chains as if they were paper. The chains shattered, sending shards of frost flying.
Before the frost warlords could respond, Damon lunged forward, the crimson lance thrusting straight through the chest of the closest frost orc warlord, the searing heat and blood magic combining in a devastating explosion of steam and gore.
The orc let out a strangled cry as the fire spread, lting the icy armor and scorching the creature’s hide beneath. Damon yanked the lance free, the tip still glowing with a deep red hue. He then followed it up with a series of quick thrusts while dodging the punches from the nearby one.
The numbers did not matter and his movents were a lot faster, combined with shadow step. When the frost warlord’s health dropped dangerous low, he teleported away from the group. Finally, the first frost warlord fell.
Damon tossed the corpse after completely absorbing the blood essence. "One down," he muttered, his gaze now fixated on the others.
[Ding! You have successfully extracted the Frost Orc Warlord bloodline.]
[Ding! You have gained 3 Ice Elental Affinity]
The frost warlords roared with fire in their eyes and started charging towards Damon and throwing ice spears at him annoyed that he was planning to escape. However, to their shock Damon jumped right back into the frey.
He targeted another one of the frost warlords this ti and continuously attacked the big guy popping out in and around him. He had the agility of a rogue and the strength of a warrior, leaving the frost warlords completely useless against his antics.
They cursed the slippery human who was playing tricks on them and roared in rage but there was nothing any of them could do. Damon pumped up his power and he was casually taking down one warlord after another.
One orc lunged at him, massive axe swinging down like a glacier splitting. Damon ducked under the blow, his body twisting like liquid darkness. His crimson fire lance shot up, sliding between icy ribs with a hiss of steam. The orc howled in pain, its armor lting under the assault.
Another warlord lunged with twin ice blades, but Damon was already there, his shadow clone splitting off and slamming into its side. Blood exploded in a crimson arc. The frost orc’s head snapped back in shock before it collapsed.
[Ding! You have successfully extracted the Frost Orc Warlord bloodline.]
[Ding! You have gained the new skill: Icebreaker Slash (Active, D-Rank).]
Soon, Mark and Kate arrived at his side, their faces set with grim determination. However, there were only small fries left for them to take care of.
Kate’s staff glowed with crimson light as she fired a searing blood beam that cut through a line of orc archers. Mark’s runes flared, his fists glowing with power as he barreled into another group of orcs.
"Let’s clean house." Damon shouted and laughed as the group started slaughtering their way through the orc encampnt.
Both Mark and Kate were pulling good numbers but they couldn’t keep up with Damon who went all out.
In one swift motion, he shadow-stepped behind a particularly large frost orc warlord, this one bristling with jagged icicles like a frozen hedgehog and plunged his crimson fire lance deep into its back.
The orc let out a savage roar of pain before falling silent, its lifeless eyes glazed over with frost. Damon yanked the lance free with a flourish and twirled it, absorbing the last of blood essence from it.
[Ding! You have successfully extracted the Frost Orc Warlord bloodline.]
[Ding! You have gained 3 Ice Elental Affinity.]
The rest of the orcs faltered as they saw their warlords falling one by one. Their ranks, once so imposing, now scattered like frightened snowflakes in a windstorm. Damon’s grin widened as he surveyed the battlefield. There was loot everywhere. Lots and lots of glorious loot for pick up.
Considering how he needed a billion gold coins for that damned vampire hall quest, every little scrap counted and all of these scraps were high-tier gear which the current player base would go absolute nuts over.
His shadow clone obediently went over and started collecting all of the drops, not leaving even a single one behind. Damon’s crimson eyes glead with satisfaction as he watched the entire space getting emptied out.
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