Chapter 521: A Basket And A Letter (1/2)

After 10 minutes past, our bored gamer has already harvested enough download points to reach the next level in his cultivation.

”DING!”

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Host: Clark Colter

Cultivation: Three

Techniques: Orc Physique (Level 3)

Download Points: 1469

Inventory

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This was the information that was displayed in the character status of our good gamer. But Clark never did use his resources yet since there was really no need to do that for now.

The strongest enemy before him were only level 2 orcs and those were located far beyond his current position.

And even if these silver armored orcs monsters besiege him now, our avid gamer would only have to cut them with his big axe and all of them will follow the legion of dead that he has already skillfully delivered to the gates of Hades.

Clark was also wise since he stayed close to the high walls of the city. He has adequate support from the mages above him.

The owners of this city was not dumb to let anyone more powerful than a level 2 orc create risk at their very doorsteps.

And so our bored gamer continued to be a force of nature in mortal's skin. He visited death unto anything he passed and chose to stick to his game plan.

One hour quickly elapsed and then another hour followed. Most of the human fighters had their adrenaline rush well spent at this time.

What merely held them in place was pure will and undying hope to survive this tribulation.

The weak ones were already gone to meet their makers and the stubborn remained to live another day.

”OOOOOOOORRRRRRR!” Another two hours of ceaseless war were added into the count and a huge horn sounded at this time.

The call was obvious and pretty much thunderous in normal circumstances but alas, all the participants in this war may have been half deaf a long time ago simply because of the loud roars and battle cries in both humans and orcs alike.

”NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” A downed man was about to get decapitated in place but the orc axe stopped mere inches from his neck.

The slave orc over his fallen body looked into the distance and without ado, slowly marched back into the horn's direction.

The human group of the equation was gasping for breath and no one shouted a joy of victory amongst them.

The billions of orc slaves retreated until they disappeared in a wake of dust and slippery blood. What remained were the scattered corpses of both races.

If the dead could form a mountain right now, they would have no doubt reached the heavens by their numbers alone.

The human casualties were in the few billions at least while in the orc side, they have only suffered a couple of millions in their ranks.