Rex's eyes were icy as he stared coldly at the Ninth Rank orc steadily approaching the city gate. Where was the fighting fiercest?
Anyone on the battlefield could have given a clear answer: at the city gate, of course.
Greatsword in hand, Rex watched the Ninth Rank orc warrior charge toward him with a roar. As Rex coldly studied his opponent, the orc fixed his gaze on Rex as well, his vicious eyes brimming with madness. These orcs who had escaped capture had not suffered the backlash of demon blood that left others listless and utterly submissive. Under its influence, the bloody slaughter only drove them further into a frenzy.
Kill him, and I can break out. That was what the Ninth Rank orc was thinking. He completely ignored Cecil's presence. Rex was simply too deadly with that greatsword in his hands. With its terrifying weight, a sweep from such a weapon meant death or crippling injury to anyone it struck. As a result, a clear space had formed around Rex. Even when orcs charged forward fearlessly, he quickly cleared them away. The sight filled the Ninth Rank orc with such fury that his eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
Rex had set his sights on the Ninth Rank orc, and the orc had likewise set his sights on Rex.
"I'll give you a chance. Name your tribe, and I won't kill you," Rex said in a low voice as the Ninth Rank orc came before him.
"Arrogant fool!" The Ninth Rank orc's expression grew even more savage. Rex's words completely ignited his fury, and the last trace of reason vanished from his eyes. Breaking through in the middle of battle was rare. This orc had only reached the Ninth Rank by drawing on a warrior's rage and the frenzied