Land of Demons

96

Holding his red-skinned friend by the shoulder, Hadjar gazed out at the vast steppes of the borderlands. Wherever he looked, the ground was covered in golden waves of grass swaying in time to the gusts of wind. Their crests glistened in the bright, midday sun.

Atop the hill, among the flowing golden waves, stood a short, green-skinned female orc. Her thick, black hair was pulled back in a tight braid, showing her long ears. They were even longer and more pointed than an elf’s. She had a slim waist, an ample bosom and hips, a small nose, and high, delicate cheekbones. If not for her green skin and fangs, she would’ve been considered beautiful even amongst humans. A tall, red-eyed wolf stood beside her. Hadjar immediately recognized the animal —Steppe Fang’s loyal friend. The female orc held a kind of glaive, except this one had a very short shaft and an incredibly huge, monstrous blade.

“How do I look, North Wind?”

Hadjar examined the orc. His left arm had become a stump, his right leg