415 Razor Face

Dai Lian, in his close-fitting attire, was hanging on the rock wall when the Vanguard Orcs reached a distance that was safe yet sufficiently close. From afar, he sneered at them and raised a middle finger, his mocking intent unmistakably evident in his smile.

The human face is capable of expressing a variety of subtle emotions, clear enough to convey the intended sentiment even in the eyes of Orcs, who thought all humans looked alike.

Nothing could be more obvious than the derisive mockery in that gesture, and the provoked Vanguard Orcs, as if driven mad, quickened their pace even more.

Their roaring "waaaagh" was indiscernible as either anger or excitement.

Watching the encroaching horde of Orcs, Dai Lian took one last look in the direction where Wang Wenbo had fled.

The figure had already disappeared from sight…

He drew an arrow, bent his bow, and set the string.