Riley straightened, his hand drifting down toward his dagger. His gaze never left the strange orc, and the smirk that tugged at his lips turned cold.
[Red Orc Shaman]
[Level: 15]
[H/P: 250]
"A new type, huh?"
His stomach rumbled again.
This time, louder.
The bushes behind the orc suddenly rustled again, this time not just from one direction, but every side.
Four more of the robed orcs stepped into the dim clearing, moving through the rising smoke like specters.
Their bodies were gaunt, arms covered in the same twisting red tattoos—thin, almost surgical in their precision. Like cursed veins atop their dark gray skin.
Each one locked its eyes on Riley, their gazes burning with fury.
In their hands was a similar long brown staff, looking somewhat like a dried piece of wood one could just pick up from the ground.
However, the faint trace of magic pulsing at their tips said otherwise.
Riley tilted his head slightly and let out a dry chuckle.
