Dungeon Expedition [5]

Puhwak—!

Chwiiiii—!

Arthur turned, leaving behind the heart-pierced orc, its massive body collapsing lifelessly.

His blade moved naturally, following the momentum of his turn.

With a single powerful swing, his sword whistled through the air—

—and an orc's head flew off, blood spraying in a crimson arc.

Arthur didn't slow down.

Ten orcs.

A full group.

He had to move fast.

Orcs were intelligent monsters—if given time, they would form a proper formation and overwhelm him.

So before that could happen…

He had to kill them all.

Akira stood behind, already chanting.

"Ice Arrow."

Her magic circle formed, pulsating with a cold, blue glow.

Then—

Pobobobok—!

Seven ice arrows tore through the battlefield.

Seven orcs fell, shrieking in agony.

Kkuuaaaak!

Chwiiik!

The moment the last spell struck, Arthur moved like a ghost, closing in on the final enemy.