He wore a piece of leather armor that seemed quite old, holding a rusty steel knife in his hand, guarding the entrance to the main tent.
Majestic, like a mountain.
Before him, some bloodstained and lavish equipment had fallen.
Those belonged to the players.
Clearly, quite a few players had been slain by him.
When Moonlight Jasmine saw this half-orc, her previously gloomy mood suddenly turned to excitement...
This was a powerful half-orc warrior!
She could sense that the opponent's aura was stronger than hers by several degrees, likely reaching the mid-silver rank.
Still, he was too old, and he also exuded a sense of decay and decrepitude.
Yet even so, the players around still appeared as if they were facing a formidable foe.
At the same time, their discussions vaguely reached her:
"Whoa! I didn't expect a half-orc BOSS here!"
"Wasn't that an insta-kill just now? Two maxed-out players were gone in a second!"
"Should we go for it? Together?"
