While cutting down the orcs, Riley widened his senses and counted the number of existences within the range. He found another orc shouting to warn other orcs, so Riley swung his arm again.
“Supris… Kuk!”
A sword that Riley threw pierced right into the orc’s neck.
‘150… The number is low.’
Riley used mana to look around the surrounding. He calmly cut off the next orc’s head and rolled his brain.
‘Didn’t they say there are about 200 of them?’
Ian arrived at the colony around the time Riley already silently disposed of fifteen orcs. Ian stared at Riley with a look of disbelief.
“Ian, about the estimated number of orcs… isn’t it about 200?”
Riley’s memory about this was fuzzy, so he asked Ian. Ian, who vacantly looked at the orcs’ corpses, said that was the case.
“Yes… The number we heard at the mansion and what Malto said to us were both around 200, but… why do you ask?”
Riley walked over to pull out the sword that left his hand because he threw it and got stuck on an orc’s neck. Riley said,
“A few of them are missing.”
“Pardon?”
“I think we will have to change the plan.”
Riley had to make a quick decision.
Without hesitation, Riley promptly made a decision. Charging forward, Riley said to Ian,
“Ian, you move a little more.”
“Young Master? Just what…”
Without any explanation, Riley flashed to east to west. Ian was not sure if he was dreaming or not. To Ian’s back, an unpleasant ‘Huuuk’ breathing sound through the nose could be heard.
“…?”
“Human! It’s a human!”
“Corpses, there are corpses! Our comrades were slaughtered!”
With a group of orcs approaching from the back, Ian, who was about half focused, fixed his grip on the sword and narrowed his eyes.
‘Where’s Young Master?’
Before having a big one against the orcs, Ian casually turned his gaze to look at the direction that Riley charged toward. Ian confirmed that Riley was gone without any trace. Breaking cold sweats, Ian opened his mouth wide.
“Huur…”
“It’s a human. It killed our comrades!”
“It’s a surprise attack!”
“Houk… Revenge, take revenge!”
Ignoring Ian’s sigh, the orcs ground their teeth because of death of their comrades. The orcs, with their axes aimed to the front, only glared at Ian.
* * *
Instead of describing it by calling it swinging the swords, it was more becoming to call it a violent dance.
Of the six swords that Riley brought, now only three of them remained.
‘Tsk. The swords are not able to withstand the bit of intensity. They melted or got bent, geez.’
Three of them left Riley’s hands because they couldn’t withstand Riley’s strength. They broke, got bent or melted away.
‘With this, that’s now 90.’
The edge of the sword on his right hand was broken. Now, Riley held two swords of different lengths, but it looked like this was not going to be a problem for him on fighting orcs.
’91.’
The sword on his right hand was broken in half, so it was shorter than the sword on his left hand. Riley threw the sword on the right hand and pierced an orc’s neck. He looked around the area and narrowed his eyes.
‘Ian is probably fighting the rest.’
Riley narrowed his eyes and looked around here and there. He checked empty colony and corpses on the ground and furrowed his brows.
‘The children are not here.’
Even when he was swinging his sword, Riley had been diligently checking this. Having counted the number of swords remaining, Riley tightly closed his eyes.
Even if it was just a little further and a little wider, he was trying to increase the range of his senses, hoping to find where the children might be.
‘Is it this direction?’
Cleanly cut weapons, orcs’ corpses, empty tents, and other miscellaneous objects that orcs have been using… Stepping over those things, Riley dashed and left the destroyed colony.
‘In this direction, I feel about 96… no... 97?’
The place that Riley stepped in was a forest that was pretty far from the colony. It was a forest that was in opposite side of the one that Riley came through from the Alieve Village.
‘Um?’
Riley, who had been charging toward the location where he sensed presence, noticed something unusual. He flinched his eyebrows as he charged forward.