Kill Them All

The Black Wolf Chieftain's axe strike was full of confidence and certainty.

But after the axe came down, the Black Wolf Chieftain's expression shifted. He felt his axe blocked—how was that possible?

"Magic Power Ring! Activate!"

Xiao Hen murmured softly. Instantly, the emerald ring on his finger flashed with green light, and a circular Magic Power Shield tightly enveloped him.

Xiao Hen didn't waste time. Gripping his longsword in his right hand, he seized the moment and thrust fiercely.

Shiiing!

The sword pierced through the Black Wolf Chieftain's chest, sending him to join Ironfang.

"You, you... magic equipment? How is that possible?" The Black Wolf Chieftain was stunned, then realization dawned. But glancing at the blade running through his chest, he knew it was too late. His eyes held reluctance and longing—the tribe hadn't yet conquered this world, and he wouldn't live to see it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In his dying moments, the Black Wolf Chieftain desperately hammered his great axe against Xiao Hen's Magic Power Shield, striking several times. Yet the shield remained unbreakable. The chieftain's movements grew sluggish until, at last, his hands dropped, the great axe clattered to the ground, and his tall, burly form crashed down.

"Ah! Chieftain!"

"The chieftain lost—this human cheated!"

"Yeah, he used magic equipment!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The Orcs charged at Xiao Hen like madmen. The black wolves were fast, and Xiao Hen scanned his surroundings. There was no escape now. He checked the Magic Power Shield—after taking those hits from the Black Wolf Chieftain, its energy was nearly drained. It wouldn't last much longer.

"Since I can't run, I'll let you green-skinned freaks taste the power of modern weapons!"

A hint of madness flashed in Xiao Hen's eyes. He pulled his longsword from the Black Wolf Chieftain's corpse, then stowed both the sword and the chieftain's great axe into his Storage Space.

Next, he pulled out countless Grenades from the Storage Space—almost all of them.

"Come on, come on!" Xiao Hen watched the Orcs closing in. The nearest were already twenty meters away; the farther ones had dropped the ropes holding human captives and were charging with wooden clubs and other weapons.

Xiao Hen quickly pulled the pin from a Grenade and, with a deft flick, tossed it toward the nearest Orc. The explosion timing was calculated. With a clatter, it landed on the Orcs' path. Just as the black wolf stepped into the blast zone, BANG—the Grenade exploded. The wolf was blown away, and the Orc on it lost both legs, collapsing to the ground, unable to move.

"Heh, not bad." Xiao Hen sneered, his hands moving rapidly as he pulled the pins from over a dozen Grenades.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

One by one, the Grenades flew out, each landing precisely in the Orcs' path. A few even struck the Orcs themselves, exploding on contact with a thunderous BOOM. Under that terrifying force, several unlucky Orcs had half their chests and heads blown off. Their black wolves howled in agony and collapsed, convulsing.

"No! This human has too much magic equipment! We can't beat him—run!" Some Orc on the outskirts suddenly snapped out of it and shouted.

"Kill him! Kill this human! Orcs are no cowards!"

"The tribe has no deserters who flee without a fight! Charge!"

But seeing so many Orcs dead, the rest were consumed by rage. They refused to retreat.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. More Grenades flew. Amid the *BOOM*s, Orc after Orc died. Finally, fear seized the last few Orcs' minds. They turned their wolves around and fled into the distance.

"Think you can run? Try some Rocket Projectiles!"

Xiao Hen watched the fleeing Orcs with a cold smirk. He pulled four Rocket Projectiles from his Storage Space, then took out the Launcher, loaded it, aimed at the escaping Orcs, and pulled the trigger.

Fwoosh...

The Rocket Projectile spewed red flames, whistling as it shot toward one of the Orcs.

BOOM!

The Rocket Projectile's power went without saying. That Orc, man and wolf alike, was blown to pieces.

"Nice power. One more." Xiao Hen loaded another Rocket Projectile and fired at another Orc. BOOM—another Orc shattered into fragments.

BOOM!

BOOM!

Two more blasts followed. The remaining two Orcs didn't escape either, blown to bits by the Rocket Projectiles. With that, all the Orcs who had attacked the two villages were wiped out.

"Ace!"

Xiao Hen smiled, stowing the Launcher. He surveyed the field littered with Orc limbs and corpses, then waved toward the forest.

Walsay, who had been hiding in the woods, immediately scurried over. He was still in shock. Wasn't this man a swordsman? How had he turned into a mage? And those magic equipment—why were they so terrifying?

"Sir, sir, you're truly incredible! Killing so many green-skinned monsters all by yourself!" Walsay showered him with praise as he approached.

"Less talk. Get these people untied!" Xiao Hen shot him a glance and ordered.

"Yes, yes, sir, rest assured, I'm on it." Walsay was about to go when Xiao Hen stopped him and tossed him a dagger. "Use this to cut the ropes!"

Xiao Hen pulled out a bottle of water, gulped it down, then thumped his chest and coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood. Only then did his body feel much better. Those Orcs' brute strength was terrifying—good thing he hadn't tried to fight them head-on.

Walsay took the dagger and approached the human captives. They had long been stunned by the battle between Xiao Hen and the Orcs. They'd never imagined a human could match those green-skinned monsters in combat—except for the great Guardian.

But this man used a sword; he clearly wasn't a mage. Had such a strong warrior emerged among the knights and swordsmen of the human kingdom?

"Walsay, you bastard, how did you find such a powerful helper?" A middle-aged man freed by Walsay exclaimed in amazement.

"Yeah, yeah! How did you get so lucky?" Another brown-haired youth couldn't help muttering.

"Haha, it was when a green-skinned monster was chasing me earlier. I ran into this swordsman sir. He saved my life and told me to lead the way to find where you were all locked up!" Walsay chuckled. "If I hadn't led the way, you might've been eaten by those monsters, hehehe."

"Get lost. It was this swordsman who saved our lives, not a bastard like you!" Several villagers nearby shot disdainful looks at Walsay, then turned their gazes to Xiao Hen, their hearts filled with gratitude.

With help from the people Walsay had freed, all the human captives soon untied their ropes and gathered around Xiao Hen. Some even knelt and kowtowed, thanking him for saving their lives.

"Alright, everyone, get up. No need for such formalities. I just couldn't stand the brutality of these Orcs." Xiao Hen helped an old man to his feet.

"Milord, your kindness is too great. Everyone from our Oak Village owes their lives to you. How can we ever repay you?" The old man was moved to tears. The others chimed in, "Yes, yes, how can we ever thank you enough?"

"I want to go to Stormwind City. If any of you have been there, consider it your thanks and take me there." Xiao Hen said with a smile.

"Milord, I've been there!" The middle-aged man who had first spoken to Walsay lit up and immediately raised his hand.

"Milord, milord, I've been there too, I've been there too!" Walsay quickly raised his hand and shouted.

But the middle-aged man scratched his head. This kid had been to Stormwind City? He'd never heard of it.

Only the old man felt a flicker of doubt. This person didn't even know the way to Stormwind City—could he really not be a human powerhouse?

"You all go back and rebuild the village first." Xiao Hen finished speaking, then nodded at the middle-aged man and Walsay. "You two, take me to Stormwind City."

"Yes, Milord!"