Everyone really disliked the appearance of DOTA Heroics, huh? Then I would leave out their backgrounds and just use their names. I could not be bothered to think up names for Heroics like pig-headed men and the like.
Night! A hazy darkness shrouded the Hillsbrad Foothills. The sky and earth were pitch-black, thick clouds blotting out every star and all the moonlight. On the Southshore Wall, Magic Crystals gave off a soft glow, illuminating the battlements. Every so often, a fully armed squad of elite members of the Knights of the Round Table passed by on watch. The orcs had retreated, but Rex had not relaxed Southshore's defenses in the slightest. Night patrols were already in place to guard against a sudden orc assault under cover of darkness.
Even though the chances of such an attack were extremely slim, Rex still dared not let his guard down.
As time passed, the night grew deeper. Even the patrolling Knights of the Round Table lost the sharpness in their eyes and the vigor they had shown at the start. They simply made their rounds over and over, mechanically waiting for the next shift to relieve them.
At some point in the dead of night, a faint rustle sounded, and a small, thin figure suddenly appeared atop the wall. His green skin and the tusks jutting from his mouth revealed him to be an orc. Holding a sharp dagger, the scrawny orc looked supremely confident as he surveyed the wall. When he saw a fully armed squad of the Knights of the Round Table walk past right in front of him, his expression grew even smugger.
He did not notice in the slightest that his figure had become faint and illusory, standing out against his surroundings. In a concealed spot right beside him,