“Huh. Finally.”
Weed was already waiting for them at the agreed place.
“We’re here. No one lost. Now there’s nothing to worry about!”
Buren earnestly pounded his chest, but Weed wasn’t so confident.
‘I’d better rely on Orcs.’
Even though Orcs were dumb, they had great numbers and he didn’t have to mind their losses! But he had to protect the knights, soldiers and priests. If they die, he’ll lose the chance to get reward from the King.
“Hurry. Get ready, we’re going to the Necromancers’ temple.”
Accompanied by Death Knight and Vampire Lord, Weed went ahead.
“Chwiik! Who the hell are they?!”
When they were encountering other Orcs, Weed was just telling them:
“Those are my prisoners. Don’t touch them. Chwiit!”
“He caught humans here. I’m jealous. Chwiik!”
As Weed remained in the form of an Orc, all such random encounters were solved easily.
When they reached the temple, they saw dead Elves at the entrance.
Weed and his soldiers rushed into the dark interior of the temple. They had to hurry: if Orcs kill the necromancers before they do, the quest might not get completed.
There was a heavy and oppressing atmosphere inside the temple. The dark hallways was barely lit by dim torches.
“Chwiiik!”
Somewhere far ahead the shouts of orcs and noise of colliding blades were heard. It seemed that there was a serious battle between Orcs and Dark Elves.
Weed ordered his soldiers:
“Hurry up. We must make it. Prepare for battle!”
“Yes, sir!”
The squad was quickly moving forward. On the way they saw many shiny things on the walls, but none of the soldiers slowed down.
‘The main goal is to complete the quest of Order of Freya.’
Like ghosts, they shot out of the narrow passage into a wide hallway. In its center a few dozens Elves and Orcs were fighting.
“Chwiik!”
“We will defend this place!”
Seeing such a convenient situation Weed exclaimed:
“Let no one get away, kill everyone!”
Soldiers blocked the way and priest raised their hands and cast a spell:
“By the beauty of Goddess that blinds all men. Blind!”