Attacked

The blazing sun shined upon the orc battlefield, taking away some of its built-up eeriness. Abel sat on a chair at the tip of a mountain, overlooking the land.

His mount wolf king laid on the ground quietly beside him. Although it looked like it was resting, Abel could tell that it was constantly alert just by looking at its ears.

Abel did not just sit there and do nothing. He had his Ankara pen in one hand and a crystal core in another. He was making a rune card.

Since he was caught up yesterday afternoon, he did not complete his rune card making mission this month. So he had to catch up today.

The only thing that it looked quite strange for someone to casually make rune signs on the orc battlefield.

After Abel completed a rune card, he looked around and sighed, "What are those orcs doing. I'm just sitting here waiting for them. Are they blind?"