Yuval was lost in thought.
'I've never experienced anything like this.'
Even ten years from now, Yuval wouldn't forget today. That's how absurd the situation had been. The worst possible disaster.
'They weren't even wandering orcs.'
Orc tribe failures. Young coward orcs who couldn't properly wield a weapon, or old ones with missing tusks. Those types were the majority, but not this time.
'They weren't even orc warriors.'
He'd never seen an orc warrior with the power to send a massive heavy infantryman flying dozens of meters through the air with tattoo-enhanced strength. That was like a great warrior who led orc warriors. Of course, Yuval had never seen a great warrior.
He'd only heard rumors. Ridiculous tales about axes demolishing houses, but today he felt like he'd witnessed it.
He touched his throat.
'What if they really were great warriors who got lucky escaping after losing a tribal battle?'
