Chapter 104: Mini-Boss! Centurion Orc

The green-skinned orcs, with their ferocious tusks and brutish demeanor, were not known for their intelligence. Even the slightly smarter ones who understood how to form a shield wall couldn't think beyond basic tactics.

Now, with their formation broken and their comrades dead, the orcs collectively roared in fury. With no regard for strategy, they charged at Qin Ming, spiked maces raised high in a disorganized rush.

This reckless charge left them wide open, and Qin Ming took full advantage. One by one, the orcs at the front fell to his well-placed shots.

But their stupidity came with a certain advantage: they knew no fear. Despite seeing their comrades gunned down, the orcs showed no hesitation or hesitation, pressing on relentlessly.

Calmly reloading his revolver, Qin Ming's movements remained steady. He chose not to reveal any of his skills, mindful of the four other adventurers in the village. The last thing he wanted was to draw unnecessary attention, especially after his ordeal with Wind.

Just as Qin Ming finished reloading and resumed firing, the sharp cracks of gunfire echoed nearby.

The female adventurer he'd encountered earlier had taken cover behind a wooden barrel. Twin pistols in hand, she was firing wildly at the approaching horde.

Her accuracy couldn't compare to Qin Ming's, and her firearms lacked the sheer stopping power of his Silver Revolver. However, her advantage lay in capacity—her pistols could hold far more bullets.

In a matter of seconds, her rapid-fire barrage took down two orcs and injured several others.

At that moment, a wooden door nearby burst apart, and a hulking figure stormed out.

Wielding a massive battle axe, a heavily armored man roared as he charged into the fray, swinging his weapon at anything that moved.

Two others followed close behind, using the broken-down house as cover. One drew a longbow and began firing precision shots, while the other conjured glowing projectiles—curving energy blasts that veered unnaturally to hit their targets.

Seeing Qin Ming engage the orcs, the other three adventurers had decided to join in.

Gunfire, arrows, and magic lit up the battlefield as the five adventurers unleashed their combined fury on the orcs. The result was a massacre.

Caught entirely off guard, the orcs were routed. Corpses littered the ground, and the survivors scattered in panic.

But just as the adventurers seemed to gain the upper hand, a deafening roar tore through the chaos.

A towering figure, clad in full heavy armor, emerged from the horde. His head was protected by a massive steel helm, his face hidden behind a metal mask. Armed with a spiked shield and a colossal mace, the orc leader strode forward, scattering his own warriors with brutal indifference.

With a single swing, he sent one unfortunate orc flying, clearing his path. Then, he let out a guttural roar and charged toward the three adventurers in the broken house.

From his position, Qin Ming caught a glimpse of the orc's stats—and his eyes narrowed.

Name: Orc Centurion (Dragon King Warriors, Act One)

Strength: 25

Constitution: 25

Agility: 10

Spirit: 5

Skills: Thick Skin (C-grade), Shield Block (C-grade), Leaping Strike (C-grade)

Description: An elite orc warrior, bred for war and destruction. Centurions are terrifying siege engines, capable of cutting through entire armies.

The centurion barreled forward, using his shield to deflect incoming arrows and magical projectiles. With a devastating charge, he slammed into the axe-wielding adventurer, sending both of them crashing through the wall into the house.

The cramped space inside the wooden structure was ill-suited for combat, especially against such a large opponent. The centurion's brute strength and heavy armor gave him a massive advantage in such tight quarters.

Inside the house, chaos erupted.

The bow-wielding adventurer took a direct hit from the centurion's mace, shattering through a window and landing unconscious outside.

The axe-wielding adventurer tried to counterattack but quickly learned the futility of his strength against the centurion's indomitable shield. His swing sparked harmlessly off the metal surface before the centurion retaliated, slamming his spiked mace into the man's face.

The blow sent him spinning through the air like a ragdoll before he collapsed, unmoving.

As the centurion raised his mace for a finishing blow, he noticed movement.

The magic user, desperate to escape, was halfway out a window. With a furious roar, the centurion swung his mace in a wide arc, striking the man squarely on his rear.

A blood-curdling scream echoed across the village. The unfortunate mage flew out of the house, landing on the ground clutching his behind, writhing in pain.

The centurion smashed through the wall of the house, pursuing the downed mage. But before he could land another blow, the sharp staccato of gunfire forced him back.

Bullets peppered his heavy armor, ricocheting off his shield and tearing at his exposed limbs.

The female adventurer from earlier had climbed onto a nearby rooftop. From her elevated position, she unleashed a relentless hail of bullets, driving the centurion back into the ruined house.

But despite the assault, the centurion showed no signs of retreating. His Thick Skin skill absorbed much of the damage, leaving him with only superficial wounds.

With another roar, the centurion charged again, shielding his upper body as he closed in on the rooftop.

Her guns clicked empty just as he reached her. Thinking quickly, the woman kicked off the wall and vaulted onto the roof, narrowly escaping his reach.

The centurion paused, scanning for a new target. His gaze landed on Qin Ming, who was standing a distance away, casually picking off orc stragglers.

The orc leader snarled and turned, his shield raised as he began marching toward Qin Ming.

(End of Chapter)