Dance of Life and Death

Ork Champion was a rare mutation that occurred to their kind; basically, these Orks were stronger, faster, more durable, and just better than average Ork of the same Tier. Their specialty was their ability to make other Orks subservient to them.

Orks had several evolutionary stages, which basically states that the normal Orks could evolve to under specific circumstances, and one of them was the Ork Champion. Usually, in the Ork Clan, Ork Champion was the strongest person in the Clan, straight after the Boss.

All of the Ork Champions had a great possibility of becoming an Ork Boss or even Warboss. Though even if they didn't, they could still achieve similar strength as Ork Bosses; that was why normally, the Ork Champions were the strongest combatants and right-hands in the Clan.

It was not easy to evolve for Orks, as it required a lot of training, luck, or to have a good lineage. Some Orks evolved due to the blessing of their Orkish Gods.

Samiel could see that this Ork Champion only recently became one, so Samiel weighed his options and, in the end, decided to fight and not run; maybe it was part of his madness, but he couldn't wait to be once again to be close to death.

In a split of a second, he cast a whole bunch of 1st Level Curses at the Ork Champion as he rushed at the huge greenskin with his twin Ice Swords, barely able to dodge his attacks, as he appeared behind his back, stabbing both of his Ice Swords into Ork Champion's back.

The Ork Champion roared in pain as he turned around and punched Samiel in his stomach, causing him to be sent flying several meters away as he crashed into a nearby tree, which he broke apart with his impact.

Samiel coughed blood as he was somewhat injured, but way less than he anticipated. He never really had an opportunity to test his physique's limits and strength after the transition to the Old Deus and awakening the Knigth of the Niflheim.

"Hahahahaahaha!"

Then out of nowhere, he started laughing madly as now he understood the reason.

How can the Old Deus be inferior to some dumb greenskin creatures? Even though he was hit by the Ork Champion's full strength, which even if was decreased through his curses, it was strong enough to kill even weaker Steel-Tier in one hit.

To his surprise, while he was injured, his combat capabilities were still the same as they were, and his injuries were nothing severe, just a few superficial scrapes and bruises.

"So this is the difference between the Supreme Species and lower ones..."

Samiel laughed as he once again rushed at the injured Ork Champion, this time easily avoiding all of his incoming attacks as he kept attacking the veins and joints of the Ork Champion that were not protected by armor.

Orks didn't usually wear proper armor, or even if they wore one, it was just scrapped together from armors found on the battlefield, collected from their defeated foes. Even their weapons were the same, either crudely made or something they picked up after they killed the original owner.

Ork Champion roared in absolute rage that some weak human, from his view, was not only constantly dodging like a coward but was continuously causing him more and more injuries over all of his body.

[Your proficiency with Lord Class Knight of Niflheim has been increased by 1%.]

[Your proficiency with Unique Class Grand Necromancer has been increased by 2%.]

[Your proficiency with Swordsmanship has been increased by 4%.]

His proficiency in the Lord Class Knight of Nifleheim was increased a bit together with that of Grand Necromancer. Indeed combat was the best way to increase proficiency in Class quickly.

"!%!?"

The greenskin said something in his native language that Samiel couldn't really understand, as he learned only a few languages that were the most common. Unfortunately for him, orkish languages were not among them, but if he were to guess, it would be some curse at him. For him, it sounded just like incoherent gibberish, like everything the greenskins said.

Their languages were not the easiest ones to learn, and on top of that, they were not even that useful. Only greenskins would speak these bunch of languages, and everybody knew that greenskins were not speakers, so things like negotiations or trading would fall on deaf ears.

Samiel used [Winter Ruler] to freeze down the Ork Champion's legs and the entire area around them. As the Knight of Niflheim, he was basically immune to the cold and frosted up to some level, and basically, right now, everything under what can hurt legendary was okey for him.

Suddenly as Samiel was using [Winter Ruler] suddenly, it started snowing down, as everything in several tens of meters in diameter was already frozen; even trees and plants were not spared, and looked like if someone touched them, they would crumble down to dust.

As Samiel was increasing the [Winter Ruler] to its limits, he felt that his Mana was depleting at an astronomical rate as he was trying to freeze the Ork Champion. He came to the conclusion that this was the best and optimal way to kill the Ork Champion without any delay.

During the previous confrontation, he realized that he could not kill him, as the Ork Champion at the Bronze-Tier was too powerful, and his attacks were too weak. If this continued, this would become a stalemate until one side passed out or something even more unexpected happened.

In the end, sooner or later, Ork Champion would get close to him and would kill him in a battle of attrition. So Samiel chose to another option, and that was to freeze the Ork up and turn him into a huge icicle through his [Winter Ruler] Ultimate Ability.

The Ork Champion realized what his opponent was doing. Still, unfortunately for him, he realized it too late, as all curses that Samiel cast on him were already in full effect.

Samiel was able to cast faster than Ork thought, and even if someone might think of this as an achievement, it wasn't... really, it wasn't.

His lower body was half-frozen already, hindering his movement greatly. The Ork Champion roared in the mix of pain, rage, and whatever as he attempted to slash with his axe at Samiel, but to no vail, as he was at a safe distance from the engaged Ork.

Thus with each passing second, the Ork Champion was frozen more and more until only his head remained unfrozen, but it was covered by frostbite.

"Damm..."

Samiel cursed as he collapsed on the ground, as he almost got Mana Exhaustion, as he froze the Ork Champion to death. This method had the disadvantage that he won't be able to resurrect the Ork Champion as Undead... probably, he never tried it on frozen enemies.

[Mission: Ork Hunt has been completed. Currently Ork Kill Count: 204. Do you wish to accept the Rewards?]

[Warning, if you accept the Rewards now for the Advancement Quest, the Quest will be completed, and other Orks you kill won't be counted to the overall score.]

[Do you wish to accept the Rewards?]

Samiel just declined as he continued to lay on the ground as he was exhausted like hell. He wanted to finish the Advancement Quest as the last one, so every Ork he killed would be counted to the overall score.

Especially after he finished the Unique Mission, which required him to destroy a whole Ork Clan, that would be thousands upon thousands of killed Orks that would be counted for the mission.

***

Sometime before, at the valley with Yvraine.

Meanwhile, Samiel was fighting against the Ork Champion; Yvraine was dancing in between the Orks that pursued her with her twin jade blades as she killed one greenskin after another. Heads flew high into the air as blood spurted from their severed body parts.

Yvraine was merciless on the battlefield, as she struck at the weakest points of the Ork, exploited them, and killed them one after another. For her, who trained several decades in the way of the sword and was exceptionally talented for the dual wielding, these Orks posed no challenge at all.

Not to mention after she used her Ultimate Abilities, she was basically unstoppable among these Orks. Especially when they were under the effects of the Cursed Zone and at the same time were battling the Undeads.

Though Orks were not known for mastering weapons or comprehending their meaning and using their strength in a more refined way. Orks depended on brute power and a sharp axe, nothing more and nothing less.

For them, learning proper usage of weapon mastery was considered a waste of time, if not an outright inferior thing, maybe a bit humiliating. Mainly because it would be admitting that the Ork was lacking strength.

As she kept killing one Ork after another, she suddenly had a bad feeling as she rushed to the plateau where Samile should be casting spells on the Orks below. She noticed that he had stopped, which could mean only one thing: he was fighting someone.

With his strength, it should be something very strong because he didn't cast any spell for five minutes and because the situation on the down battlefield was stable and soon enough, the Undeads would come out victorious; Yvraine decided to go and check on her "teammate".

She soon arrived at her destination, and she was shocked to see Samiel passed out on the ground, together with the frozen Ork Champion in an enormous ice sculpture. She could see that Samiel't uniform he was so proud of was tattered and destroyed, and he had some injuries of various degrees all around his body, but fortunately, nothing serious.

"Damm, you dunderhead, you are barely alive."

Sounded a soft female voice, like it was scolding him, as Samiel recognized Yvraine's voice, as he passed out entirely.

She scanned his contention as she found out that he suffered severe Mana Exhaustion.

That is no laughing matter, as countless Class Bearers died from the Mana Exhaustion. She took out Azure Blue Crystal Bottle from her Dimensional Storage as she opened its lit and stuffed the blue liquid into his mouth.

It was one of the Moon Potions, which were the highest grade of the Mana Potions available, usually reserved only for those of the Silvermoon Imperial Family. Even Yvraine had only a few tens of them, and they wouldn't be replenished any soon, so each one was a priceless treasure.