Finally, the orcs arrived. They all wore fur clothes, but one could often see some leather armor in one or another. They were organized in a horizontal line and walked slowly like they were going to do some daily chores, nothing important. Their leader was in the middle, he wore old and rusty complete iron armor, without the helmet; his head had a big ''X'' scar crossing the entire face, he looked a lot stronger than any Armon Norgolin had seen. His eyes were red, with a blood-thirsty look. On his back was an iron spear that seemed to be very doted by him, as it was the only gear in a good state.

The Orc leader had an arrogant look as he shouted with his strong voice ''Hey damn animals, surrender or die!!'' The leader's speech seemed quite intelligent, although he only said the basics.

Norgolin got quite irritated by his arrogance, so he retorted with an even stronger voice '' What could kill us? boredness from slaughtering some pigs? Or fat from eating so much bacon?''

''You look daring, green shit. Cut the crap and come, I am Don, the strongest Orc!'' The leader, Don, said.

''Ok, let's see how your bacon tastes. WARRIORS, TIME TO FIGHT!'' After saying that, Norgolin immediately readied his stone hammer, and ran toward the Orcs. After he took the initiative to attack, the goblins got motivated, going right after him. The battle started and as Norgolin had ordered, goblins made teams of 3, attacking the orcs with half-coordinated attacks.

At the start, the goblins had the upper hand, because their enemy didn't know about what they planned. However, as time passed, goblins got tired, and the Orcs figured out what the goblins were doing, so our battle started to walk toward a tie.

Norgolin started his fight with Don, but he found the Orc to be stronger than he could imagine. This time, Norgolin tried to attack first, but when he was 2m away from Don, the orc quickly readied his spear and thrust it forward, almost managing to stab Norgolin's heart. If it wasn't for the goblin's fast reaction to jump back, the fight would have ended here. After this, Norgolin got cautious, as he realized Don's speed.

'I have to reach close-range, but he is too fast, I can't get any closer than this' He thought; But Don wouldn't wait for him to finish thinking. He approached Norgolin and swung his spear upwards, but Norgolin dodged to the right. Our goblin thought this was his chance to get closer, so he imbued his left arm and hand with Battle Power, held the spear and started to approach but on his second step, Don's foot had already reached his chest, sending him flying four meters until he managed to use his feet to stabilize on the ground(like when on a fight scene, someone uses his feet to stop flying and land upright, sorry if I wasn't clear). He tried to exchange blows with his opponent, but every time they clashed, he ended up getting light injuries and more tired; This went on until a time when he managed to slide on the ground, and approach Don's lower body, but again he was sent flying by a strong kick. It was obvious that the Orc was just playing with him.

When Norgolin landed, he realized; This wasn't an opponent he could win against. Don's speed, strength, and skills were all better than his, even when he used Battle Power. Any struggle would only tire him out until he died. That's why he quickly decided to retreat as fast as he could. Norgolin started to run toward a nearby tree, but strangely, on Don's face, the only thing that was visible was a big grin. However, now isn't time to care about such things, what matters is fleeing.

Our protagonist climbed a tree, as to make it difficult for Don to reach him; With spear in hand and such a big constitution, it obviously would make it hard for the orc to climb. When he reached a branch strong enough to support him, he stopped.

Don's grin didn't disappear; Instead, it just grew bigger. He said in a relaxed voice ''Goblin, do ya know what is my fighting type?''

Norgolin was surprised with this question but answered anyway ''Obviously you are a spearman, idiot''

''Yes, but there is a certain specialization. Let my great self tell it to you: I'M A FUCKING SPEAR THROWER!''

The goblin didn't understand why would such a specialization exist in a low intelligence civilization like orcs, but one thing is sure: It was at this moment Norgolin knew he fucked up.

Don bent his body backward, prepared the spear and threw it with mastery, aiming straight at Norgolin, at an abnormally high speed. Before Don threw the spear, Norgolin had obviously thought about jumping down and running in zigzag, but he knew it would just delay his death, as he wasn't faster than the orc. Dodging? It wasn't possible even when the Orc was playing with him, much less with a strong orc like him throwing the spear with such strength. So he did his best to concentrate all Battle Power and Mana in his abdomen. Even though he did this, it wasn't enough; The spear went through his arms and muscles, all the way to the middle of his chest. It was either luck or Don's aim(or mercy when aiming) that saved him from being hit in the heart, but it still blocked his breathing. Norgolin tried to remover the spear from his body, but it was stuck on the tree.

Don was laughing so hard that he almost couldn't breathe. ''Did you really think you could run away from me?'' He asked.

However, right at this moment, some nearby trees started to shake, and a terrifying roar could be heard.

RAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRR!!! The sound was so loud that the ground shook, and from the strong Mana in the air, The Orc leader seemed to have realized something, as he looked so scared that he almost couldn't stand upright. In fact, he almost pissed his pants.

All the goblins and orcs looked at the direction of the roar, even more scared than Don, paralyzed by fear. The goblins couldn't think about anything other than '' WHY THE FUCK DID THREE LITTLE FOXES ATTRACT SUCH A STRONG BEAST?'' Or something like that.

'' I'm... Gonna... D..ie, b..ut you come... With me, asshole!'' Norgolin said, right before doing guess what? yes, fainting. This author seems to like making his protagonist faint.