"Watch out!" Harry, engaged in battle, felt his body being tugged abruptly, followed by a rank stench brushing past his cheek.
Right afterward, the sharp pain on his cheek made his heart momentarily tense. Pressing his back tightly against Norz's, he muttered, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, Shaman. Protecting you is something every orc in the tribe should do," Norz replied gravely.
Harry let out a bitter laugh. If Norz hadn't pulled him at that critical moment, he might already have met Lord Beast God.
Gritting his teeth furiously, Harry swung his sharp claws, charging at the desert wolf beast that had nearly claimed his life.
In the end, all fifty-plus desert wolves became the orcs' spoils of the battle. Although none of the orcs died during the fight, a few more sustained injuries.
After gathering up all the prey, the orcs returned to the tribe, but it was already well past the evening meal.
