At last, his basket, held in his hands, loosened with each successive swing and finally fell apart after one last swing, like a flower wilting in the snow.
The corner of the Orc's mouth revealed a bitter smile as he watched the ferocious Forest Wolves surrounding him, his body collapsing to the ground.
His arms and legs were covered in several bloody wounds, from which blood continuously flowed, attracting the Forest Wolves, making them increasingly agitated.
As the Orc's body weakly collapsed to the ground, a Forest Wolf seized the opportunity to pounce, the Orc unable to muster any strength in his numb and sore arms.
As the Forest Wolf approached, he could even see the sharp fangs in its mouth...
"Ow~ Ow~~" Suddenly, a cry of pain from the Forest Wolves rang out, and the Orc immediately opened his eyes.
His heart suddenly filled with hope; had his tribesmen come to rescue him?
But to his disappointment, there were no tribesmen around, none of the familiar figures he knew.
