The orc shaman was a force to be reckoned with. Despite his feeble appearance, he moved with purpose and precision, each swing of his staff resulting in the death of a monster.
All around him, the bodies of bear-type beasts were littered, piling atop each other to create a small hill. From these hills, blood flowed out, staining the forest ground with blood.
After dealing with the last of the monsters in his path, the orc shaman meticulously picked up all the monster cores, storing them in his storage before heading deeper into the forest.
Even though he had been fighting for the past couple of hours, not even a trace of exertion could be seen on the orc's not-so-handsome face. It was as if his stamina was limitless.
Although Nox didn't know, among all his pets, the one who had farmed the most experience points for him was none other than the orc shaman.
