The Orc's axe was almost there.
It was just inches away from slicing off Rowan's head.
But then—
A small figure came flying through the air with a powerful double-leg kick. Both of his legs slammed squarely into the Orc's face.
Boom!
The Orc flew backward. Its head scraped against the ground while the rest of its huge body stayed in the air. Then—
Thud!
It crashed down with a heavy slam, sliding nearly thirty meters before stopping like a giant slab of iron dropped from the sky.
The figure who had landed that blow touched down lightly on the ground.
Everyone turned to look.
The Orc's sudden fall had even frightened the goblins and dire wolves.
Rowan's eyes widened in shock. Not as much as the others—but still enough to show he wasn't expecting this.
Because the one who had knocked the orc flying was none other than…..
Logan!
"Logan! What are you doing here?" Rowan shouted. "I told you to get to safety with Daliah! Where is she? Please tell me she's okay."
