Orc Throne Room
The first wave of orcs was a bit difficult.
Ambrose watched them charge at him, swinging their blades wildly. Each had one goal: rip him to pieces for the glory of their tribe.
Meanwhile, Ambrose had one goal: turn this whole thing into one massive move to level up.
He pulled out his Dragon Fang blades, leaping into the air when the first attack landed. An orc struck the ground he was standing on a second ago, shattering it until rocks shot out.
Ambrose landed on top of an orc's shoulder and wasted no time.
SLASH!
One horizontal slash with both blades cleaved its head clean off its shoulders. The blood and the way its body stiffened didn't faze him as he moved to his next target.
[1 B-Rank core acquired!]
SLASH!
[2 B-Rank cores acquired!]
SLASH! SLASH!
[5 B-Rank cores acquired.]
