The half-orcs struggled to open their eyes, looking at El, who approached step by step, pale-faced and lips tightly clenched, with a curved blade in hand, their expressions filled with terror.
At this moment, they realized they regained the ability to speak.
The half-orc closest to El hurriedly shouted,
"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer! We know we were wrong! We will leave the Elf Forest right away!"
A hint of hesitation flashed across El's face again.
But as he recalled the various hardships his race had endured, his expression finally turned completely cold,
"There have been too many times..."
After saying that, he stood on tiptoe, swung his curved blade, and pierced it into the half-orc's chest.
"It's already... too late."
At the moment the curved blade pierced the chest, the half-orc let out a painful howl, then the entire body began to twitch and rapidly aged, soon turning into ash...
War ritual!
