I Will Now Teach You How Weaklings Fight! [Part 2]
"Y-You!" Orobak could only glare at the Half-Elf even after he realized that he had fallen into a trap. "You tricked me!"
Due to his single-minded aim of killing Barca and the Half-Elf in front of him and the dim surroundings, he didn't pay too much attention to the ground nor did he notice what was happening around him.
When he fell in the muddy hole, only then did he understand that this was the real goal his enemies were aiming for.
"Dirty Half-Breeds!" Orobak shouted in anger as he felt his body slowly sinking into the ground. "Do you think that this can stop me?!"
Right now, the Orc Chieftain's body was buried only up to his knees. Although he was caught by surprise, the situation wasn't unsalvageable. Orobak planned to use his superior strength to propel himself up from the quicksand, using a skill similar to Diablo's leap.
However, before he could even do that, an arrow pierced the top of his head, canceling his attempt, and pushing him further down into the quicksand.