Logan stood frozen.
"Why did it suddenly change its target?" His eyes narrowed in confusion.
The Orc charged at the hunter who was a Tier Three with water affinity.
Seeing this, Logan's heart raced and he rushed to stop it. But the Orc had already closed the distance. It swung its axe at the hunter.
That hunter was busy fighting the goblins and didn't notice anything at first. But suddenly, he felt goosebumps—like death was staring right at him. He turned toward the direction he felt the pressure from. And what he saw nearly turned his face white.
The Orc—who was supposed to be fighting Logan, was swinging its axe at him. And it was only inches away
He somehow put up an ice barrier. But it shattered like a mirror.
The axe blade slammed into his chest. He was flung backwards like a ragdoll, blood spraying in an arc.
