VRMMORPG: Dragomancer Reborn



>Player Arzhur has killed a Trunel Orc! X 11<

>Player Arzhur has obtained 8% Experience!<

>Player Arzhur has killed a Trunel Orc Leader!<

>Player Arzhur has obtained 10% Experience!<

>Player Arzhur has inflicted burn on Trunel Orc! X 20<

Looking at the notification from the explosions Arthur couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.

Not only had he managed to kill a few Orcs and obtain a bit more experience, he had also accomplished his goal.

'This was way better than I expected… Alchemist Lugan sure is good at these.' Arthur couldn't help but think. "Now that I've rattled their nest, time to agitate them." He said before walking out with the head of the Trunel Orc Leader.

For the first couple of minutes, the Orcs didn't notice Arthur at all. 

The fire that was burning in their home was a bigger issue to them after all. Also, the smoke and the burning flesh masked Arthur's scent rather well, making it harder for them to realize that there was a human here.

"HEY! YOU PIG HEADED FIENDS!" Arthur shouted out loud. 

"OGH!?" Even over the screams of the injured and burning Orcs, Arthur's voice was easy to be heard.

Tens of them looked over to see a rather large and muscular man standing there. The Orcs had a look of confusion on their face for a moment until they spotted the head of a dead Orc in his hand.

"HAHAHA! YOU ALL DESERVE THAT!" Arthur said out loud. "WHERE'S YOUR COWARD OF A SHAMAN!" he tried to pull the attention of the one Orc that'll cement his plan.

"WHO DARES!" A hoarse shout was heard that certainly didn't belong to a Human. 

~BOOM~

The gate of the settlement was directly blasted apart by a fireball, as an elderly Orc appeared. He had a scraggy grey beard and long hair that was tied with a bone hairpin.

He also had several tattoos on his bare chest that was rather muscular.

While he was a magic user, the Shaman was still an Orc and had the physique of one. Players would mistake this and assume that an Orc Shaman wouldn't be strong and try to confront it in close quarters. This was a mistake as they could very easily deck the average player of the same level as them.

Of course, Arthur knew this and had kept enough of the distance.

"HAH! So you're that Cowardly Shaman. What useless waste of flesh you are! Couldn't even save your tribe." Arthur said while shaking around the head of the Trunel Orc Leader. "Others of your tribe are the same. Soon they'll all meet the same fate!" 

"A HUMAN DARES TO MOCK ME!?" The Shaman was taken aback but still furious. "You'll suffer for this!" 

"Just petty talk. If you want to take revenge come fight me and my people with your entire tribe." Arthur mocked him again.

"YOU WANT WAR! YOU GET WAR!" The Shaman roared. "KILL HIM!" he directly ordered while casting a spell at the same time.

~WHOOSH~

A fireball shot towards Arthur who easily dodged it at that distance.

"HAHA! You'll have to do better than that!" Arthur said before starting to run.

The Orc Shaman gritted his teeth as he knew he couldn't go after him right away. At least not when his home was still burning.

"I SWEAR ON BULUNG'S NAME! I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU AND YOUR KIN!" The Shaman vowed out loud, his voice echoing across the forest.

>You have enraged the Trunel Orc Tribe! They will hunt you down!<

Arthur who was already a few hundred meters away heard it well enough and smirked.

'Good! He swore on the name of Bulung, now he will HAVE to go after Dozla and the bandits.' Arthur smiled upon hearing the holy vow.

Bulung was the deity of Orcs and was worshipped by most of the Orc tribes. For an Orc to swear on their name meant that they had taken a holy vow. They couldn't break this without repercussions and took it very seriously.

At the very least, the vow of an Orc Tribe's Shaman was quite dangerous. Depending on the level of the Shaman, he could have a strong enough link to the deity that they could receive their blessings. 

Arthur had intentionally agitated them enough so that they would swear upon the name of their deity. After all, while Orcs were of low intelligence, they still knew to prioritize their kin when they were in trouble. Arthur needed to enrage them just enough that they'll come for vengeance.

"Now for the extra assurance," Arthur said before taking out the vials of Blood that he had collected from the Trunel Orc Leader.

He dripped a little blood on the path that he took so that the Orcs would find it easier to track him. 

Or rather track 'Dozla'. 

Arthur ran nonstop, all the way to the vicinity of the Bandit Hideout before finally stopping. He changed the dispelled the Veil of Thousand Skins and reverted to his normal appearance just so that there wasn't any mistake.

Then, he sneaked around the wall of the bandit hideout again and found another small hole.

"This should solidify their suspicions," Arthur muttered while looking at the last vial of blood in his hands.

Next, he threw the vial inside the camp with all his strength, making sure that it fell somewhere close to the huts. 

He didn't care if the bandits heard him or not, as he was going to run away right after that. 

And even if the Bandits did notice the broken vial of blood, they would just be confused. They might investigate eventually, but by that time Arthur would be long gone. 

"Time to skedaddle!" once he was sure of his safety, Arthur ran away at full speed. 

He didn't even dare to look back and ran nonstop for about five minutes. Thankfully, he had already cleared out a lot of the mobs here beforehand with Brambles, thus wasn't interrupted or attacked by any of them.