Dorhal stormed into the Death Spike Arachnid cove with a new broadsword in hand.
His previous one had been destroyed during his duel with Bzzrt.
Within a single hour, he managed to slaughter each and every spider within that deep abyss.
The insects stood no chance. To them, Dorhal was an impenetrable machine, wielding a blade that slashed through their limbs like bamboo.
He walked out covered in blood, but he wasn't panting very hard. In fact, his breath hadn't even elevated from baseline.
"That was quite fun." He muttered, looking down at his palm for some reason. There, a small pouch full of cores existed.
'I'm sure lord Midas will appreciate this.' He thought with a slight smile.
"Elder Dorhal!" A soldier mosquito hovering above the valley suddenly shouted, swooping down toward the orc.
He picked Dorhal up, promptly escorting him to the main city.
...
"How is he looking?" Midas asked, walking into a fairly spacious bedroom inside of what looked to be a log cabin.
