Hunting the Epics (3)

Shortly after the mysterious appearance of the small tidal wave, the closed doors of the villa smacked open and powerful people walked out.

Most of them were the black tiger orcs, as these sorts of teams normally formed around their own races because it was far easier to trust their own kind than a foreign one.

However, it didn't mean they won't allow another race to join their ranks. As long as the other person met the requirements, they were welcome anywhere.

There were also three elves and two monkey-faced orcs who walked out of the villa in haste. They all wore stern and furious expressions since they were clearly having a nice rest until the alarms went off, and they were not going to let off the culprit.

As those guys left toward the entrance gate once after another, they didn't pay attention to the empty flower filed right in front of the villa entrance door. A pair of cold amber eyes were gazing at them stoically.