I don't even remember how many oaks I cut.
My back of my head still cracks.
The carcasses of oaks lying on the ground and the carcasses of fellow men.
When this group of orcs was finally almost wiped out, from the back, would it be twice as many orcs as ever, roughly three meters tall, in shape like a mighty man, where else did you pick it up, and an axe like a wooden dust?
"Oak King..."
Someone squeaks.
"Archers! Fire an arrow at him!
The captain of this squad screams.
The archers rush to catch an arrow and release.
The arrow reaches Oak King, but it never stabbed him.
"Ugh, you're lying! How tough are you?"
Someone squeals powerless.
"Come on, they're coming! Intercept them all!"
Oak King walks over here slowly, but with a definite foothold.
Shake the axe overhead and shake it off to the head of a certain soldier.
Soldiers receive axes with swords.
but the axe shook down to the head of each sword, and the soldier's head cracked like a pomegranate.
Then it was a sight to wonder if this place was hell.
The lives of one, and of another, and of his companions are scattered.
"Eyes! Aim him in the eye!
To the captain's words, archers and spear soldiers aim, but they are also tall, and above all they move, so they don't hit.
"What do you got?
I look around and look at something as I speak to myself.
An axe that has already fallen, still held in the hands of a round of big oaks.
He rushes to grab the axe and sneaks around behind the oak.
(Please, I hope the Achilles tendon isn't hard!
Hang on to Oak King's left ankle with a golf swing, full swing!
"Gua!"
For the first time, Oak King raises his voice of pain and drops his left knee to the ground!
"Yay!
Unexpectedly speaking.
"Pat, run!
Wayne screams.
When I noticed, the axe that Oak King wielded in agony was coming just before my flank.
(Behind you! I can't, not here!)
With a flash of thought, he advances towards oak king.
The pattern, not the axe blade, plunges hard into my flank.
Blowing me up, my buddy's spear stabs me in the eye of the oak king.
I lost my mind.