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Rayal's heart raced as he felt the dangerous presence closing in on him like a rising tide. He tried to ease the sudden tension with an awkward smile and elusive gestures, but the furious roars and hostile glares from the Dark Orcs told him that these creatures were not going to change their attitude because of a smile or an explanation.
Rayal slowly backed away, every step taken with extreme caution as he tried not to provoke these fierce orcs. But just then, a towering figure of an orc, wielding a massive iron hammer, let out a deafening roar. With this roar, the orcs seemed to receive some kind of signal and they all raised their weapons, roaring as they charged towards Rayal.
Rayal felt an unprecedented sense of terror, realizing there was no turning back. Each step of the orcs felt like a heavy blow to his heart, his breath quickened, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Faced with this dire situation, he knew he had to make a quick decision.
In that moment, Rayal's survival instinct kicked in completely. His body burst into astonishing speed, turning and sprinting towards the door, attempting to escape from these fierce pursuers. His only thought was to flee this deadly trap.
Rayal's footsteps leapt quickly on the stone path, with the increasingly close roars of the orcs and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground behind him. This pursuit was like a life-and-death hunt, and Rayal was the prey in this game.
In the darkness of night, Rayal's figure merged with the darkness. He gritted his teeth and fled with all his might, knowing that this might be his only chance to survive in this world. He ran through narrow alleys, his heart pounding like a drum, every footstep accompanied by tension and fear. The angry roars and heavy footsteps of the Dark Orcs chased after him, their momentum immense, like an impending storm.
In the alley, the wandering men who had just discovered Rayal also realized the seriousness of the situation. When they saw the large group of fierce Dark Orcs, their original greed and hostility immediately turned into instinctive fear and escape. They began to flee in all directions, trying to avoid this sudden disaster.
Soon, the surroundings quickly descended into chaos. Rayal moved through the crowd, trying to find a way out of the melee. But in this chaos, every step was filled with uncertainty, and every turn could bring new dangers.
The roar of the Dark Orcs echoed in Rayal's ears, so close that it sent shivers down his spine. His footsteps quickened, almost running on instinct. He felt the fearful glances of the surrounding wanderers, pushing and shoving each other, trying to find a way out.
But the Dark Orcs were astonishingly fast, like a pack of savage hounds, quickly catching up to the fleeing wanderers. With nowhere to escape, the wanderers were forced to turn and fight these formidable enemies. Their strength was nothing compared to their opponents, and the battle erupted in a scene of extreme carnage.
The battle escalated quickly, evolving into a brutal and ruthless melee. The conflict between the Dark Orcs and the wanderers raged like a violent storm, carrying with it a destructive force. Rayal felt the tension and panic in the air, his heart pounding wildly as if it could erupt at any moment.
Amidst the melee, Rayal's heart beat like a drum, tense and rapid. His eyes scanned the surroundings quickly, searching for possible escape routes while carefully avoiding the battles between the Dark Orcs and the wanderers. Each evasion was a close brush with death, and every step Rayal took had to be cautious and swift.
Dark Orcs have bulging muscles, skin as hard as stone, and every swing of their fists brings astonishing destructive power. Wild light shines in their eyes, and they roar like thunder, echoing through the narrow alleys. They wield various primitive weapons, from sharp stone knives to heavy wooden clubs, each strike filled with deadly threat.
Swinging their weapons and unleashing earth-shattering roars, their every blow is filled with devastating force. The resistance of the wanderers seems futile as they fall one by one, with desperate cries. They are completely at a disadvantage in this battle. Their frail bodies and tattered clothes offer no resistance against the almost savage strength of the Dark Orcs. One after another, the wanderers are brutally knocked down, emitting pitiful screams. The alley is filled with the smell of blood, cries of agony, and the sound of bones shattering. The fragility and ruthlessness of life are evident in every attack by this group of Dark Orcs, who mercilessly destroy everything, tearing the wanderers into bloody, mangled corpses.
Rayal is filled with a sense of powerlessness and frustration, but he understands that now is not the time for emotional outbursts. He must remain calm and use his agility and intelligence to find an opportunity to escape. In this life-or-death moment, his survival instinct is fully ignited, making his movements more agile and swift as he strives to find a glimmer of hope in the chaos.
Rayal is deeply conflicted, knowing that if he doesn't escape, he will become a casualty in the turmoil. At the same time, he is aware that using the " Lethalization " skill could lead to even greater disaster. He tightly grips the wall beside him, sweat trickling down his forehead, as fear and inner turmoil intertwine into a heavy burden.
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