Having slain fifteen goblins, Adam and Blake gained 30 points, bringing their previously accumulated score of 235 points to a total of 265 points—only seven points behind Elreth's team.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, Adam, true to his racial trait, pulled out a whiskey flask and took a few hearty swigs.
Blake shot him a disgusted glare. It was far too early for drinking, he thought.
Adam ignored his friend's judgment and continued to enjoy his whiskey. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he motioned for Blake to stop. They both stared ahead, vigilant.
From the shadows, two orcs emerged.
"Oink!?" The orcs were visibly shocked to discover two humans; they hadn't even sensed their presence.
"Lucky me!" Adam exclaimed, stowing his flask away and gripping his hammer tightly.
"I'll take the one on the right, and you take the one on the left," he said decisively.
"Okay," Blake nodded, readying himself.
Without wasting any time, Adam provoked the orc on the right.
