"We're done for! If he keeps chasing me, I'm gonna piss my pants!"
Anya tore her gaze away from the Red Fang orc behind her, who was charging at her with a roaring iron axe, and nearly pitched forward headfirst.
Distracted, she caught her foot on a half-charred stick, lost her balance, and plunged into the mud.
Without hesitation, she rolled over and scrambled along on all fours until she burrowed beneath a pile of siege engine wreckage.
"I knew I shouldn't have badmouthed Reese out there! He must've cursed me!"
She muttered under her breath as she clutched the staff in her arms with all her might.
At this moment, she was in the ruins at the outermost edge of the Shattered Outpost.
Burned-off beams lay strewn every which way across the ground. Cheval de frise were piled beyond the broken walls, while soldiers lay one after another amid pools of blood and dust.
Not far away, Lexi crouched behind a half-collapsed stone monument, staff in her left hand and her right pressed against the pack at her waist.
Lidona stood slightly ahead of the two of them, her back against a broken wall.
Two thousand paces outside stood an orc soldier gripping a crude spear.
Yet her breathing remained steady.
Beyond the stone wall, an orc general clad in heavy armor swung a massive axe, smashing the outpost's outer cheval de frise to splinters as though chopping firewood.
Boom!
Another row of cheval de frise exploded into fragments.
That was the most powerful enemy of the first tier—the advanced orc warrior, Red Fang General Groot.
"Galarag—I smell magic. Those mages are nearby! Find them!"
"Irneva, the blade thirsts for blood!"
Rough orcish rang out amid the firelight.
Anya swallowed.
"Stay calm. We've already escaped the most dangerous outer