Saving

Chh...

With a soft sound, two figures—one large, one small—crossed paths. Xiao Hen landed lightly, flicked the green blood off his Silver Light Sword, then turned to look at the towering Orc.

The towering Orc's body stiffened. He slowly turned around, shock in his eyes, staring at Xiao Hen with confusion. "You... are very, very strong..."

Thud!

The Orc's massive frame crashed to the ground, shaking the earth. A thin crack split his green skin, the sword wound stretching from his chest to his ribs. This fatal strike had pierced his heart and even cut through his tough chest muscles—that was the true cause of the Orc's death.

Swish, swish!

Xiao Hen casually twirled his sword, flipped his right hand to sheathe it, and stepped forward to the human youth.

The human youth was utterly stunned. A human could fight these terrifying Orcs and even win? Besides the mage lords, were there swordsmen capable of such feats?

The youth had seen too little of the world. He only knew that the young man who had just saved his life was incredibly strong and impressive.

"R-respected Sword Master, greetings, and thank you for saving my life!" The human youth dropped to his knees and kowtowed as Xiao Hen approached.

"Get up. I have questions for you," Xiao Hen said.

"Ask away, sir." The human youth stood up and thumped his chest in assurance.

"What's the situation with these villages? Do you know where the Orcs are keeping the captured humans?" Xiao Hen asked as he led the way forward.

"Sir, both of our villages were raided by Orcs. The whole village is destroyed. I was hiding in a cellar the whole time and only found a chance to escape later, but a patrol Orc spotted me. If not for you, sir, I, Walsay, would surely be dead." The youth, Walsay, looked at Xiao Hen with gratitude.

"Do you know where the captured humans are?"

"Yes, yes. I've been secretly watching the Orcs' movements. Sir, are you going to rescue them?" Walsay's eyes lit up, but then he grew alarmed. "Sir, even though you're strong, there aren't just one or two Orcs—there's a whole group. Shouldn't we go somewhere else to get reinforcements?"

"Where? Stormwind City? Do you know how far that is? By the time we get back, these Orcs will have already returned to their lair," Xiao Hen said coldly.

Walsay fell silent. He was timid by nature, having hidden and fled on his own, with a deep urge to run. If not for Xiao Hen's strength and the debt of gratitude for saving his life, he would never dare lead Xiao Hen to the Orcs' gathering point for captured humans.

"Sir, turn right here!" Walsay pointed the way. His intimate knowledge of the surroundings was invaluable for finding the Orcs' human holding area without alerting patrols.

"Not there yet?" Xiao Hen asked after walking a while longer.

"Sir, we took a detour. If we went straight from the village, it'd be fast, but there are still some Orcs left in the village, so we had to go around," Walsay explained.

"Hurry it up," Xiao Hen waved. "How much farther?"

"Almost there, just ahead..." Walsay led Xiao Hen a bit further until they reached a clearing in the woods. "Sir, look, it's right in this clearing."

Xiao Hen didn't need Walsay's reminder. He had already noticed the difference. His body, enhanced by the G-Virus Enhancement, gave him extremely sharp senses, including sight and hearing.

Through the gaps in the trees, Xiao Hen could see the humans in the clearing, their hands bound and tied together with a long rope. Large, burly Orcs held the ropes. To the Orcs, these humans were like pigs or dogs. Occasionally, a defiant human would resist, only to be slapped and sent flying backward, spitting blood, while the Orcs laughed heartily. These fragile little bugs were utterly helpless.

Xiao Hen observed the size of the clearing and its surroundings. Most importantly, he counted the Orcs. There were about forty of them in the clearing. The most dangerous one was a Chieftain who had just arrived, adorned with various strange bones. This Chieftain was massive, carrying a huge axe on his back, its blade wreathed in bloodlust—clearly, it had claimed many lives.

The Chieftain strode over and shouted, "Brothers, we have enough of these little bugs now. Let's head back and deliver them to Lord Gul'dan, to welcome more brothers and clans to this world!"

"Roar! Let's go back and welcome the brother clans!"

"Conquer this world completely! It will belong to the Orcs!"

"For the Horde!"

The Orcs all roared in response. The bound human captives flinched, their faces pale, trembling as they watched these green-skinned monsters on black wolves howl at the sky.

"Sir, what's wrong with them?" Walsay was startled by the Orcs' roars too, but he didn't understand the Orcish language.

"They're getting ready to leave," Xiao Hen said gravely. "You hide far away now. I'm going to act."

"Huh? Sir, going out like that—isn't it too dangerous?" Walsay worried.

"Just protect yourself," Xiao Hen said, glancing at Walsay before stepping out.

Xiao Hen had been observing the surroundings. If not for the many human captives, his ten Rocket Projectiles could have taught these Orcs a lesson. But with hostages present, he had to be careful.

Rustle!

The bushes parted as Xiao Hen stepped out, his face calm as he looked at the forty-plus Orcs in the clearing and the startled human captives. Perhaps they hoped someone would come to rescue them, but they never expected just one person. Wasn't that suicide? These monsters were no pushovers.

"Huh?"

The Orcs noticed the movement and turned to see a human emerge from the woods.

"Another one slipped through the net. Ironfang, go kill him. We need to hurry back. We don't need this captive." The burly Chieftain waved his hand. Beside him, an Orc with iron rings wrapped around both tusks grinned viciously and strode forward, his steps heavy and menacing as he approached Xiao Hen.

When the Orc was about ten meters away, Xiao Hen moved his hands. Two submachine guns appeared in his grip. He raised them, aiming at the approaching Orc.

"Let's see if these modern weapons can hurt you Orcs."

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Hen's eyes. He pulled the triggers. Instantly, endless flames erupted from the muzzles of the two submachine guns. Bullets streamed out like water, all slamming into the Orc walking toward him.

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