Hiss-
Sharp intakes of breath rose one after another amid the faint crackling of the torches.
Every Half-Orc strained to picture that scene.
Yet the more they imagined it, the more their hearts trembled.
A single strike had wiped out an army of tens of thousands of the Demon Clan.
Even Malphite, at the peak of the Seventh Order, had been reduced to ashes along with them.
Was that a weapon?
No! That was power only a god could wield!
Only after a long while did the Old Chieftain recover from that indescribable shock.
He looked at the Tank before him, then raised his head toward the direction in which the Demon Clan commander had fled, a trace of utter frustration flashing in his eyes.
If... if only they had a weapon like that too...
He abruptly raised his head and stared expectantly at Warwick, his voice trembling:
"That weapon... that weapon that could blow Malphite to death!"
"Did we buy it?"
All the Half-Orc leaders held their breath, a burning longing flaring in their eyes.
Warwick fell silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"The Great Xia people said that weapon wasn't for sale."
A long breath escaped them...
An immense sense of disappointment enveloped all the Half-Orcs.
The Old Chieftain froze for a moment. The fervor slowly faded from his face, leaving only deep regret in his eyes.
Of course. How could a godlike weapon like that possibly be sold so readily?
If they had it, that damned Demon Clan commander would certainly have died today!
He looked at the Tank again, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
This was already the most powerful weapon they could obtain.
Yet the Great Xia people seemed to possess things even more terrifying, even more incomprehensible.
Just how much strength