The corpses of the Orcs and their comrades lay on the ground.
Finally, when I thought I had almost destroyed this group of Orcs, from the back of the room, I saw a man about three meters tall, twice as tall as the Orcs I had seen so far, with a wrestler-like physique, and an axe like a woodcutter's that I wondered where he had picked up.
'Oak King...'
Someone muttered.
'Archers!ãShoot arrows at him!
The captain of this squad shouts.
The archers hurriedly pick up their arrows and fire.
The arrows reached the Orc King, but did not pierce him.
'Oh, my God!ãHow hard can it be?
Someone muttered weakly.
They're coming!ãAll of you intercept!
The Orc King walks toward us with slow but steady steps.
He raises his axe above his head and swings it down on a soldier's head.
The soldier catches the axe with his sword.
But the axe swung down on his head, sword and all, and the soldier's head split open like a pomegranate.
It was a scene that made me wonder if I was in hell.