Chapter 2

Rodi still had three arrows left in his hand. The last remaining orc seemed to finally understand what was happening and immediately gave up chasing the three humans in front of him, instead charging straight at Rodi!

This orc was massive, with a fearsome face and muscles as thick as a beast's. Although he was still about forty meters away, with his explosive speed, he could reach Rodi in less than five seconds. The three scouts who had just been pursued noticed this and all stared at Rodi with wide eyes, as if they could already see him being torn to pieces...

There was no other thought in their minds; the idea of "humans defeating orcs" simply did not exist. They were so frightened that they had completely lost the will to fight back— one of them opened his mouth, trying to shout "run," but the trembling prevented him from speaking clearly...

However, the three scouts soon stopped running.

In the distance, Rodi stood facing the charging orc, his expression focused. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his chest and knees, and with a blank face, he once again drew his bow, pulled it back, and released the arrow.

"Thud!"

The arrow hit the orc's right collarbone, making his arm movement stiff and slowing his overall speed by about twenty percent.

"Thud!"

The second arrow was released when the orc was already fifteen meters away. The arrow's power was greatly increased by the orc's charging speed, piercing through his entire thigh.

In pain, the orc lost his balance. He wouldn't have been so helpless, but because his arms couldn't move freely, he fell to the ground with a "thud" and, due to inertia, continued rolling toward Rodi.

Rodi, standing in place without moving a step, didn't blink once as he watched the massive body roll to within a meter of him—

He stepped forward, lifted his foot, and stomped hard on the orc's neck, the sound of the throat and neck breaking was exceptionally clear.

The orc's head twisted at an odd angle, and after a final twitch, his body went still.

"Phew—"

Rodi exhaled, cursing his body for deteriorating to such a state, while enduring the intense pain in his chest. He bent down to pull out an arrow from the orc's body that hadn't broken, then stepped toward the remaining orcs who were still struggling.

After estimating the effects of the previous arrows, though there were no plugins or prompts, the tech-savvy Rodi had a good understanding of the relationship between his current attack power and the orcs' health. He gripped the short bow tightly and slowly drew the bowstring...

Not far away, an orc, in pain, pulled out the long arrow from his leg and stood up, limping. But before he could take two steps, he was pierced through the skull by an arrow, his brain matter splattering on the ground.

At a fixed target thirty meters away, Rodi had no reason to miss.

Two arrows left.

Rodi silently counted in his mind, his eyes fixed on the remaining orcs. He was extremely focused, a trait that set him apart from ordinary people as a "tech-savvy" individual. When he entered this state, the sole purpose of his brain was to achieve his set goal—like the flawless runs he posted online that drew a lot of admiration, or the terrifying music games that only an octopus could play, or...

In the shortest time possible, using the limited and rudimentary weapons at his disposal... to kill all the enemies.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a somewhat absurd scene played out on the vast Neshemian grassland—Rodi, with slow and difficult steps, approached the remaining three orcs, bringing an indescribable sense of pressure to them.

One of the orcs wobbled to his feet and was immediately pierced through the throat by an arrow from Rodi. He then held the last arrow and continued to advance.

From the initial pursuit to the near total annihilation, the two remaining orcs were still dazed. They only now noticed that their "teammate" with the bull horn bow was already lying on the ground with an arrow in him, and all their comrades were dead...

Everything seemed to be because of this pale-faced, blood-soaked, weak human.

"Rodi? You're still alive?!"

The remaining human soldiers, who had finally accepted that he had single-handedly eliminated all the enemies, found the scene incomprehensible. The guy who saved their lives was the weakest and least courageous in the entire scout team!

A cowardly and incompetent person, who couldn't even hold a sword, was now holding a short bow and had killed all the orcs?

The surviving scouts were as dazed as the orcs. It wasn't until one of them realized that Rodi had only one arrow left that they remembered... they actually had the ability to kill the orcs themselves.

"What are you waiting for? Kill those bastards!"

The deputy leader of the scout team, Carter, also came to his senses. He shouted, not thinking about how he had previously ostracized Rodi, and charged toward the orcs. At the same time, Rodi shot his last arrow, killing one of the two remaining orcs.

"Thud."

The heavy body fell, and the last remaining orc, now five meters from Rodi, stood there with his mouth agape—looking at the gradually cooling bodies of his comrades, he roared in anger, dragging his injured leg and swinging a wooden club as he staggered toward Rodi.

The deputy leader Carter was running toward them, but he realized he couldn't help Rodi in time. Seeing the orc's massive club about to fall, he cursed the orc for being so stupid, for charging at Rodi...

Idiot! That's how you get killed!

But he didn't know that when the tech-savvy Rodi decided to act, all his movements were based on calm thinking and judgment.

The club fell, seemingly about to crush him, but in reality, Rodi had stepped to the side the moment the orc raised his hand—not a dramatic roll, but a small half-meter shift. The next moment, the club hit the ground just beside him!

A dull thud, but the orc found he had hit nothing.

This scene almost made the deputy leader Carter's jaw drop.

"This is impossible—"

His words were cut off as he saw Rodi's body move strangely, and he calmly kicked the orc's knee. The timing was perfect, and as the orc lost his balance and knelt, Rodi casually raised his hand and looped the bowstring around the orc's thick neck...

In the next moment, Rodi's body, like a spring, suddenly pulled the short bow from behind the orc, the bowstring tightening around the throat, making the orc try to grab it. But Rodi then lifted his feet and stepped on the orc's back, using all his strength to pull backward. When the bowstring formed a sharp angle, he twisted the short bow—

The orc's eyes widened, and he frantically tried to pull the bowstring from his neck, but no matter how hard he tried, it was futile...

Rodi remained motionless, silently pulling backward, allowing the orc to struggle helplessly, but without any extra expression.

In just one minute, the orc gave up, finally suffocating and dying with a purple face.

His eyes bulged, and his originally greenish skin had turned black and purple, a terrible sight.

The three scouts who had fled earlier were now behind Rodi, but they were all silent, none daring to approach or greet him.

The atmosphere became somewhat eerie, the smell of blood permeating the air, and the quiet grassland seemed to be filled only with the occasional breeze.

Rodi, still breathing heavily from the battle and his injuries, clearly had no interest in the "NPC teammates" behind him. As a player, Rodi was only thinking about the "clean-up" after completing the task. So, this guy, who always thought he was in a dungeon, got up, limping, and began to search the orc corpses, pulling out arrows and humming a song—

"Beyond the mountains and the sea, there's a land of blue fairies... They are lively and smart... They are playful and quick..."

Rodi sang these songs that the others didn't understand, unaware that Carter and the others were staring at him, completely speechless.

There were many bodies on the ground, and as Rodi searched, he surveyed the battlefield. As a ranger, he could deduce the cause of the battle from the scene: an orc patrol squad had encountered a human scout team on the plain. The scouts, riding horses, arrogantly thought they could fight these green-skinned beasts, but they fell into the orcs' trap, and their horses were almost all killed... The broken-legged horses and the dead scouts with broken necks nearby told the story.

Clearly, what followed was a one-sided slaughter. The orcs, after losing only two, began to chase the scouts, until Rodi woke up and turned the tide.

"Why are they all trash?"

Rodi frowned at the "loot" in his hand—besides a few broken copper coins, the only useful thing the orcs had was the bull horn bow. The rest were just wooden clubs, and these poor devils didn't even have a decent iron item. Rodi felt something was off—if he was in a strange dungeon, he shouldn't be rewarded with such meager items, and he hadn't seen any task completion prompts...

Looking up at the remaining scouts, he didn't see the expected prompt symbol above their heads.

Moreover, wasn't the blood they spewed during the fight a bit too realistic? It was different from the games he usually played.

The pain in his chest was intense, but due to the adrenaline, it wasn't as exaggerated. Rodi searched for a while but didn't find any healing potions, only a roll of linen bandage in his pocket.

"Better than nothing..."

He muttered, pulling off the hastily tied cloth and, gritting his teeth, wrapped the linen bandage around his chest, still ignoring the scouts standing there in shock.

Three minutes later, after finishing the bandage and taking a deep breath, Rodi turned his head and noticed the three men looking at him as if he were a monster.

"Rodi... Are you okay?"

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