"Your domain?" Garek suddenly sensed something was off.
But before he could dwell on it, the horde of Orcs had already charged at Alex like a pack of starving wolves.
Alex simply smiled and stomped hard on the ground.
BAM!
A thunderous impact rang out, and snow burst into the air, scattering in all directions and instantly obscuring everyone's vision.
Garek frowned at the sight, murmuring, "Assist the Orcs."
At his command, the three Orc Kings immediately moved, disappearing into the swirling snowstorm ahead like shadows in a blizzard.
However, a full minute passed without a single sound. Garek's unease grew.
"What the hell are those Orcs doing?" he snapped. "Hurry up! Find that bastard—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Alex suddenly appeared right in front of him.
"What the—?!" Garek gasped, his eyes wide with shock.
Alex smirked with disdain. "In battle, if you kill the king first, the war ends quickly."
"You bastard!" Garek roared. "Don't underestimate me!"
