Earth's Greatest Magus

Across the vast desert plains, a group of green-skinned creatures twice the size of an adult man could be seen running along the sands and rocks. Their steps made a deafening sound and raised a cloud of dust in their wake.

These creatures were the Orcs. A race born from the hands of another race.

They were one of what was considered to be the elves' failed creation but ironically a solution in their fight against the race of man.

This group of orcs numbered around fifty, and they seemed to be sniffing their way to the nearest settlement. Their large bodies and terrible appearances would certainly make anyone who saw them goosebumps.

However, their loud and frightening presence also helped catch them coming from miles away, and soon enough the loud sound of gongs sounded in the air as a warning that danger was coming.

"The orcs are coming!"

"Go hide!"

"They are coming! Run!"

From a hill just a mile away, a dark clothed figure was watching the commotion closely, observing how the hundreds of people living in the village reacted to the impending danger; and so far, the figure could only count a dozen men willing to take up arms and fight the danger.

Seeing the group of fifty orcs closing in and about to reach the village, the dark clothed figure heaved a sigh and muttered to himself.

"She's late.."

The dark clothed figure was none other than Chumo.

He had separated from Klea before they arrived at the third colony and was currently gathering information by exploring the existing settlements around the colony, where he discovered this group of orcs.

In fact, he had been tracking these orcs from a hundred miles from his current position, and now he couldn't wait any longer.

[Eye of Raven]

Deciding he would take action, Chumo activated his reconnaissance ability. With this special ability, he made his final, thorough observations to make sure that no surprises were waiting for him.

As for the Orcs themselves, although they were indeed terrifying, from the data he had read, these creatures were nothing to be worried about.

[Orcs]

[Battle power - 50]

After confirming the coast was clear, Chumo quickly took action. He leapt into the air and slid down the sandy hill, streaking into the settlement at breakneck speed.

He dashed past dozens of villagers who were shocked to suddenly see an unfamiliar figure.

Arriving only tens of meters away from the orcs, Chumo took out eight small blades from his sleeves, each clamped in between his fingers. He then channeled his spirit energy into each of them before he threw the sharp weapons at the approaching orcs.

[Cursed Blades]

Eight small blades flew in the air rapidly, piercing through the orcs' thick skulls and killing them instantly. In just seconds, several orc bodies fell to the ground lifeless.

Chiwikk! Chiwwikk!!

With the orcs' natural battle sense, Chumo's killing blows of course didn't escape their detection and quickly attracted the other orcs' attention. In fact, almost immediately those who didn't receive Chumo's attacks charged towards him.

By that time, Chumo was prepared as he had already recovered the blades he threw before. His figure flickered through the horde of orcs, using the small blades to kill and wound several of his attackers.

Even so, the orcs surrounded Chumo in all directions with their numbers and lifted their huge arms into the air. Tens creature rushed to tackle, intending to crush Chumo's body into a mangled corpse.

Alas, they only manage to catch plume of black smoke while Chumo's figure was nowhere to be seen. This sparked outraged cries from the orcs.

Unbeknownst to them, Chumo had moved to the shadow behind other orcs using his skill [Shadow Stride].

Spllattttt

Another orc's body hit the ground as its head was pierced by Chumo's blade.

Chiwwiwkkk!! Chiwiwkk!!

The orcs were enraged and their attacks became even more ferocious. Unfortunately, time and time again they only hit plumes of black smoke. Meanwhile, Chumo culled them all down one by one.

In just under five minutes, all fifty orcs fell onto the sandy ground. Not all of them died because Chumo purposely let some of them live. However, their fate was not much better than that of their deceased relatives as their tendons were completely torn apart, forcing them to remain on the ground for the rest of their lives.

Chumo's spectacular actions sparked loud, joyful cheers among the villagers, to which he responded with a curt nod. A few minutes later, a figure riding a huge bird descended from the sky.

Looking at the scene in the area, the figure scowled at Chumo.

"Aaaa, I am too late! Why don't you leave me any?"

Chumo didn't reply. He just scratched his hair while pointing at the few wounded orcs.

"Huh! I don't want such a pity gift," said the girl seeing the crippled creatures.

After that, the two of them began their studies on the orcs, gathering information about them. They talked to the villagers as well, wanting to know the reality from their point of view.

It turned out that this group of orcs was the second attack on this settlement, and that the previous attack had killed dozens of their able men. Hence the reason there were so few of them.

As for the orcs, they found nothing unusual about them.

"There are no Orc Champions among them, and they are also not armed. So it's definitely not an invasion or anything like it.. Most likely just a newly hatched nest." Klea gave her analysis after rounding up all the information.

Chumo agreed, however, just to be thorough he cast his [Eye of Raven] once again to check some of the orc corpses, and he found additional information from the dead bodies.

"These orcs are only a few days old, and from the state of their feet, they have been running for hubdred of miles" A troubled look appeared on his face. "It's pretty unusual for a newly hatched to travel such a long distance. I believe there is something going on in their lair."

Hearing this, Klea became excited. "Yes! The others just finished eradicating the rebel base; we should at least destroy an orc nest as well. What do you think, Chumo?"

Knowing he couldn't argue against Klea, Chumo nodded his head in agreement.

"This is great!"

The two climbed up the thunderbird and once again soared into the air. While Klea controlled the Thunderbird's flight, Chumo used his special eye to trace the path the orcs had traveled.

However, after a few hours and five hundred miles worth of flying, the two still couldn't find the orc nest.

In such situation, Klea know who to call.

[Emery, please come here and help]