C162 Killing People Without Paying for Their Lives

At the vanguard of the Orc army, a formidable lion-headed general stood suspended in midair.

His bronze skin shone with a metallic sheen against the somber sky, his golden locks neatly cascading down his back. He lifted his gaze to the sun, barely visible on the horizon, then to the blood-red figure on the city wall, radiant enough to rival the sun's brilliance.

Beneath him