The Scarred Brute (2)

Cristiano had run Vikro Town for years, planting eyes and ears throughout it. Green and Lola were spotted the moment they arrived.

Fortunately, Cristiano paid them little mind—or rather, he had no attention to spare. He sent only a few men to drug the pair, but Green left before they could act. They were a step too late and managed to knock out only Lola.

Just now, Green had tracked her here and sent the Undead Devil Vine underground to reach her feet and make contact.

At the sudden appearance of so many Skeleton Soldiers, the Mercenaries were stunned. The Pursuers in particular were a rabble with no supernatural abilities. They had been eager to hunt down a few teenagers who could not fight, each scrambling to be first. But the sight of more than a hundred fully armed Skeleton Soldiers made their legs go weak. Worse, there was no telling what terrifying things lurked in the darkness behind them...

The scarred brute's men were much calmer. They had probably seen undead creatures like Skeleton Soldiers at Cristiano's side before and had developed some resistance to the shock. The scarred brute himself startled at first, then broke into a savage grin. "Hahaha! So you're a Necromancer. Too bad you're just a beginner. Don't you know a Necromancer's summons are about quality, not quantity? What good are all these fragile Skeleton Soldiers? They wouldn't last me two charges!"

As he spoke, the scarred brute's body shuddered and erupted in a pale red glow. His muscles swelled, his joints cracked, his arms lengthened, and his lips thrust forward. His clothes tore apart, and in the blink of an eye, he had become a red-skinned Half-Orc over two meters tall!

Bang! The red-skinned Half-Orc stamped forward, leaving a deep footprint in the ground.