Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

The Alpha Orc froze in place as they felt an overwhelming feeling of doom suddenly wash over him.

It stumbled back, feeling the horror of the most terrifying creature it had ever witnessed in front of it.

It tripped over its own feet, dropping to its rear. The other orcs gasped in astonishment as they saw this.

Never before had they seen their leader be brought down to such a sorry state.

"K--kill..." The Alpha suddenly stammered, as one of the two white orcs stepped down and ran to him.

"Killll themmm alll..." It managed to say, as the white orc nodded before turning to its counterpart.

Lyrian looked around, expecting a full barrage from all of the orcs.

However, he was surprised to see that the two white orcs quickly dashed out from the room where Lyrian and the adventurers had come in from.

They pushed through other orcs, rushing out without wasting any time.

Lyrian was puzzled by this for a moment but soon understood what the Alpha Orc had meant, 'Kill them all wasn't directed toward us, but to others outside of this room. It's the people they've captured...' He surmised.

He quickly turned around, running past the adventurers behind him and facing the exit--where they had come from--and also where the two white orcs had run off.

'I don't know why he wants them dead, but figuring that out isn't nearly as important.' Lyrian mused, raising his hand toward the crowd of Orcs in front of him.

"Rothis!" Lyrian shouted as a blade of water began to materialize in front of his hand.

"Yes!" Rothis retorted.

"Solvir, Cylline! All three of you, go and stop those two orcs! I'll take care of the ones here."

As soon as he said this, the significantly larger-than-normal blade formed in front of his hand shot forward with quick velocity, "Hydro Slash!"

The orcs in the way were sliced in half instantly, allowing Rothis and the other two to quickly make their way through the crowd of orcs.

"S-stopp themm! Noww!" The Alpha exclaimed hurriedly, but before the orcs could make a move Lyrian quickly moved to the end of the orcs.

Unsheathing his blade, he slashed it in the air, "I'll get done with you quick." He addressed the entire crowd of orcs as he spoke.

Meanwhile, Rothis and the others quickly caught sight of the two white orcs.

They also saw the adventurers, but couldn't afford to stop running.

They arrived at some of the many forks in the passage and entered one, as the adventurers quickly followed behind them.

"Do we know why we are stopping these orcs!?" Rothis exclaimed in confusion, brandishing his blade.

"I don't know, but I think I'm too tired to defeat them in battle," Solvir said, at the end of the three. The big man was bogged down by his sheer size and clunking armor.

"Lyrian understood it even faster than me. These orcs were clearly ordered to kill the captives from the village. We must stop them before they get the chance to do so." Cylline explained as the other two understood it, continuing, "I don't believe any of us really have the strength to fight these orcs since they seem far stronger than their green counterparts, but... we have no other choice but to hold them off for now."

As Cylline said this, they nearly caught up with the orcs, entering a large cavern room.

It was mostly empty, but one side of the room was sectioned off with giant, long metal bars.

Inside of this giant cell were over 20 people still alive, but severely malnourished and injured.

Most of them were children ages 5-15, with the majority being over the age of 8.

However, there were also a few adults in the mix.

As the orcs entered, they winced and walked away from the cell bars as they trembled.

The orcs attempted to quickly open the main entrance to the cell, but Cylline's spinning double-edged blade flew in to stop them.

It ricocheted across the armors of both orcs, forcing them to have no option but to turn around and face the adventurers.

Although they were panting, Rothis and the others faced the orcs.

Seeing these human faces felt like a thousand suns worth of light to the children in the cages.

As soon as they saw them, they ran up to the cell bars and began rattling them.

"Please! Save us!"

They cried, crying tears of desperation--tears streaming down their face--while also... smiling.

Their smiles came from hope, something they had been deprived of for a very long time.

Rothis glanced at the kids for only a moment, but couldn't look at them for long and immediately redirected his vision--clenching his fist.

"Beasts..." He cursed at the orcs, gritting his teeth, "Cylline! Solvir!" As he shouted this, they both looked at them while still trying to catch their breaths.

At this moment, the orcs began to run toward them with weapons in hand.

"Let's hunt these bastards!" Rothis proclaimed, as his friends roared in agreement, "YES!"

At this moment, Lyrian had already sliced through each and every orc within the part of the cavern he was in--all except for the Alpha.

Blood stained the walls, floor, and his entire body as he stood motionless in the middle of the pool of corpses.

The Alpha Orc looked at this small boy with a fear that it had only felt once before.

"You humans... are too scary." It said, still backing away as its voice slightly shook.

"Us humans?" Lyrian questioned, "What do you mean by that? What other human has scared you like this? Tell me."

'That's it right there... another human must be involved with this. That's right... it would explain everything. Abnormal orcs who are both strong and kidnap children don't just happen on their own in nature. There's no doubt about it... the evil hands of humanity must have had something to do with this.'