Sixth-Tier Pursuit

"I had a bad feeling..." Roland said hesitantly as he looked up at the moon.

Because Roland had killed over a hundred Orcs today, and every Orc corpse strewn along the way bore the same tribal totem!

Roland gave a bitter smile. Thinking of the strength of an Orc tribe with over a hundred Berserkers... he had no doubt that it might possess a Sixth Tier combatant.

"Damn..." Roland shook his head helplessly and casually pushed off, jumping down from the branch.

"Dos, let's go! A Sixth Tier presence..." Roland narrowed his eyes.

"Roar?" Dos poked his head out, clearly still not understanding what had happened.

"A bastard's caught up to us!" Roland closed his eyes and carefully sensed his surroundings. A faint presence appeared within his perception; clearly, that Sixth Tier Professional was still some distance away.

"Looks like they found out..." Roland put away his weapon and slung his shield over his back. After locating the direction markers he had made at dawn, he strode away.

"Crude swordsmanship!" Dokger, a Sixth Tier Overlord retainer of the Orc Kingdom of the Misty Mountains, carefully examined the dead Orc corpses. The chaotic, crisscrossing sword wounds made him sneer.

Having received only rudimentary training, Roland naturally lacked the refined swordsmanship of a regular soldier. In the eyes of a professional combatant, his instinctive attacks were as laughable as a baby waving a blade.

"Hehe, a human Holy knight! What a disgusting scent!" Dokger smiled cruelly. As one of the retainers of the Orc Kingdom of the Misty Mountains, he was mainly responsible for defending the Dwarven Moria region. Yet today, he had unexpectedly discovered that a hunting party of Berserkers had failed to return on time. After personally coming out to search at night, he found Orc remains scattered all