Under the heat brewing from the sunlight, cold sweats rained down from Leon…
What a reckless person Cayle was. In his point of view, what he just did is uncalled for.
Not only did he entered the next floor, he even did it without even information regarding that floor.
(Just how much does he wished for death…)
The worries in his heart gleamed a hue. He already had expected that such a man of Cayle's caliber was surely a hard boiled one, but to think that he'll even charge forward to his own death.
Leon heaved a sighed prospering his back, as his hair became messy due to overthinking. If Cayle died on the floor 2 he'll lose apprentice that were hard to find. Most of all, Cayle was the one he took interest the most.
Cait showed confused looks in her expression. From the information she had gathered from Leon's office, floor 2 only contained the orc chief warrior as the threat. After all, the other orcs had low intelligence, that they don't even know how to evade attacks.
"Aren't orcs the same category with goblins? As far as I know, the only danger they possessed is their tough body making them hard to defeat."
"Well, that was the case in the past. But in this past 3 years, no one was able to return alive after they entered floor 2. Therefore, in this past 3 years, no one had been able to rise ranks." Leon touched his forehead, and regretted letting Cayle enter the dungeon. If only he didn't forced him to enter and made him go to academy to learn instead, he would still be alive as of right now.
Either way, even if he postponed his enter to the dungeon, surely one to two years later he'll still try to defeat the dungeon.
Cait finally understood what he's trying to say. Her brows narrowed, as she felt like her heart stopped processing.
"I, impossible… What's the reason why it remained undefeated..?"
Leon hung his head low, "From the magicians whom we've paid to investigated, orcs had rose in food cycle and they had gained intelligence same as humans."
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"You're the first strong I've ever met…," smiling with a shrugged was a huge orc with horns at both sides of his mouth.
Cayle stood up from the ground before putting up a stance, in front of the giant green man.
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The aura floating around the orc has sinister feelings. Up close, Cayle could feel the pressure just from facing the orc.
As he fixed his posture steadily, he recalled the words came out from the orc's mouth...
(First!?)
Although the phrase it had spoken was long, only single word floated up to his train of thoughts.
After all, once an area was defeated, the area will be reset into a nothing new. But what the orc had said to him piqued his interest…
(What does it meant by first!?)
He wanted to make guesses but he didn't have the privilege to do so. After all, the orc feels sinister.
Furthermore the orc in front of him was capable of speaking. From it's tone alone, it seemed like this creature intelligence were at the same level as the present humans was.
Taking out a giant hatchet attached to it's back, the orc roared into the sky causing the crows to stumbled upon their positions and began flying up to the unseen sky.
As their distance narrowed for a short period, Cayle calmed his mind like a sea before the storm and fixed his clumsy posture.
Heaaaaveeeeee…..
Cayle took a sip of the sweet aroma flying around the air, before swallowing it down to his belly.
He adjusted his gasped of the sword in his hand before his eyes narrowed in coldness.
The orc immediately noticed the changes on his atmosphere and stopped right on track before he even bumped to Cayle.
Cayle swung his sword diagonally in attempt to cut down the orc. Since the orc was also a melee fighter, before the sword reached his neck, he duck down to dodged.
No time to breathe…
The orc thought that Cayle's attack has already ended, and tightened his gripped through his hatchet in order to eliminate the danger in front of him, however before he could even react, Cayle slashed down again and ripped the orc's left hand.
As the orc watched his hand flew through the sky, he lost temper and gone berserk….
Putting all his strength through his right hand, the orc gritted his teeth before attempting to cleave Cayle's apart, in exact two pieces.
An eyes of a king…
Cayle's cold gaze descended the blade of hatchet as he slowly leaped into the side, successfully evading the hatchet's sharp end.
How could this be…
The orc's pupil widened in shock, as he twisted his body diagonally, and swung his hatchet towards Cayle.
The hatchet soon narrowed it's distance, before arriving close to Cayle's face. The orc was immediately delighted seeing that there's no room to evade his attack..
As the hatchet was about to reach a part of his skin, the blade Cayle was holding suddenly appeared in front of the hatchet, and soon both of them collided to each other causing a speck of lights to sparks.
At that moment, the orc saw how beautiful the human in front of him. His eyes were as cold as ice, while his black colored hair danced along his sword.
In legend that was told to them in their village, there was a single human who had fought thousands of monsters all alone in war of ancient times.
He had a mesmerizing eyes that were cold in beauty, and a sword whose flow was as beautiful as the gleaming moon.
The sword technique he possessed was best to none, and every strike he had contained beauty.
There was also a saying in their town, that once in crimson moon, the legendary immortal emperors descended the land just to defeat a single human. But in the end, they were all slaughtered and defeated by that single human. The fight did last long, but to the ancient ones who saw the scene, all they saw is one sided massacre.
The crimson red moon illuminated the red bloods that were spilled on the ground, as the figure of a human holding a cold sword in his hand, stand atop the beheaded corpses of legendary immortal emperors.
After that, it said that the human vanished before long, and soon the humanity powerhouse grown in numbers. Despite that, it is said that none even managed to achieved the strength the man that underworld feared, had.
Right now, he could see the image of that barbarian onto the man in front of him…
He cannot be left alive…
The orc gritted his teeth and grabbed the sword Cayle was holding. His hand held the sword tightly and soon, it's figure became cloaked in lime green of blood.
If he let such a monster out, who knows what would happen to his beloved ones in the village.
Although he himself was a monster, he considered such a human in front of him more superior than he did.
If the human in front of him do managed to survived, just how much growth would he have once he came back.
He can't let such a monster survived or else every single one of them would be slaughtered, becoming a fertilizer for his blade and a stepping stone.
The hatchet almost fell off the orc's hand, and as soon as he felt his gripped of the hatchet loosening, he sent a kick towards Cayle, sending him flying a few meters away.
He thought he'll be able to rest for a bit, and take a few breaths, but as soon as Cayle's feet's fell onto the ground, his figure immediately flashed creating a few after images, before arriving in front of the orc..