The Desert.
They were still a day's journey from Chaos City Outer City.
Two Tier Four Orcs, acting on orders from the Orc Twenty-Eighth Prince, hurried along with disgruntled expressions...
"A trashy outer city where even Tier Two fighters are rare, and he sends two Tier Fours like us?"
"How many enemies could we have killed in that time?!"
"I think this prince must be an idiot!"
"Quiet! You must not insult the prince's dignity. Didn't you see how obedient General Blade and General Strength were?"
"Those two are Tier Five Powerhouses of our Orc Nation!"
The scorching weather and the endless Desert left the two Tier Four Orcs thoroughly irritated.
At that moment, all they wanted was to reach Chaos City Outer City sooner, enslave those damned members of the Human Race, and make them provide resources for their great Orc race.
"Huh?"
"Do you feel that? It suddenly got a lot cooler."
The hot-tempered Orc stopped abruptly and asked his companion.
But when he turned his head, he froze!
The companion who had just been calming him down had become a towering skeleton. When he turned toward him, the skeleton's jaws opened and closed as though it were speaking to him...
The bizarre sight made the Tier Four Orc's hair stand on end!
Just as he was about to raise his weapon and brace himself, a whisper reached his ears: "Spirit Transformation!"
As the voice rang out, the Orc's body transformed into a skeleton at astonishing speed...
In the last instant before his consciousness faded, the hot-tempered Orc saw two figures in concealing black robes standing a short distance away.
One of the black-robed figures had just withdrawn an arm...
"Will, were they the ones who caused trouble in the Bukelin Duchy?"
"...Yes, they were."
"Desert Orcs deserve