At a certain mountain peak, Gross, standing two to three meters tall like a giant iron tower, held an orc's head he had twisted off alive and casually tossed it aside. Picking up the bronze long spear beside the corpse on the ground, his gaze revealed a hint of interest.
The snow around was soaked with blood, with mutilated corpses scattered all around. Judging by their equipment, they were obviously the patrol of the Dragon Nest Tribe nearby.
Standing in the midst of the corpses, Gross picked up the bloody bronze long spear and examined it, then kicked at the leather armor on a nearby corpse.
"Interesting thing, but unfortunately too fragile."
Casually breaking the bronze long spear, Gross said indifferently. Meanwhile, he cast his gaze toward the not-so-distant city tribe below, his lips curling into a sinister smile.
"A decent tribe, but today, I am determined to annihilate you!"
