Curtis's voice came through the headset: "You've been targeted by one of the strongest among the Orcs. According to our energy level detection system, this guy is above Legendary level and emits some sort of undetectable aura...
Evacuate quickly. If you get caught—tsk, then good luck to you."
The call ended.
Mantou looked grim, almost wanting to slap himself for always being such a crow's mouth.
After all, the death penalty deducts experience proportionately. If he died, the enormous amount of experience he had amassed over the past few days would be mostly forfeit.
But then, Mantou gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath: "Damn it, it's just an Orc, right? What, is he going to fly?"
Upon hearing Curtis's orders, the Wyvern Knights of the Aviation Corps simultaneously pulled their control levers, ascending almost vertically to the sky.
