"Th... This is?"
At the South City Scrap Heap, Luke arrived in a hurry with over ten thousand fully armed soldiers. Yet the worst-case scenario he had imagined did not seem to have happened. Instead, he was greeted by an even stranger sight.
The man named David was kneeling before Old Bondi's legs, weeping and saying something, while nearby, a huge orc lay unconscious. His entire body was drenched in blood, with several visibly broken bones and blood constantly seeping from his pores. He looked utterly miserable!
"What is that orc?" After calming the soldiers and ordering them to stand by, Luke cautiously walked over and quietly pulled Bob aside. "What's going on?"
Bob froze for a moment, then stammered, "The situation is rather complicated. I can't quite figure it out either..."
Luke: "..."
What the hell is the difference between that and saying nothing? You've been here all this time doing nothing?
"What is that orc?"
The nearby general hurriedly cut in. "That's the orc who invaded the Earl's Mansion last night and took Bondi's granddaughter..."
"Oh?" Luke glanced at Dog Bro's horrifying injuries, then whispered, "Old Bondi really has gotten more violent with age. With his men around, there was no need to torture the poor fellow like this bare-handed when a single slash would have done the job, right?"
Bob was silent for a while before saying gloomily, "You really think highly of Old Bondi. With his pathetic skills, he wouldn't have survived even one exchange with this orc!"
"Is he really that badass?"
"Heh... He's more badass than you can imagine..." Bob sneered. "Be glad you didn't run into this guy on the Northern Grassland. Otherwise, even Marshal Lokes would have been beaten into shit!"
"You're making him sound ridiculously powerful. Then who did this to