The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 314

'So many orcs!'

Ember's nervous gaze found at least about twenty or so grayish green giants in addition to the group they met by the river. They were the orcs hunting for food outside their village, and the sight of all of these armed hunters gathering had caused the gloomy atmosphere within the forest to give off a dangerous smell.

Morpheus signaled Ember to be quiet and stay back.

Ember obediently kept herself hidden behind a tree while Morpheus continued on towards the young elf and young eagle, their figures cutting a sorry figure amidst those monster-like creatures. From the looks of it, they were trying to talk to the orcs, but the orcs were trying to drive them away. For these territorial orcs, it was already a sign of goodwill that they were yet to raise their weapons against these two intruders.

Ember's eyes searched for Albina. 'Where is she?' She moved a little here and there, tiptoeing to gain leverage, trying to see if she could find her beautiful white horse in between those giants.

Albina was behind the group of orcs, and she was kept captive with one orc holding her reins. The poor horse looked restless. An animal's instinct was sharp, and she could feel what was going to happen to her.

Morpheus stood side by side with the two youths and glared at those orcs who of course recognized him. However, the leader of those orcs merely gave Morpheus a growl of warning. They didn't care about his identity--orcs cared little about anyone other than their own kind.

"You heard these kids, right? Give that horse back, and I will let this slide. Today, I am not in a mood to harm anyone."

Aureus looked at his uncle, belatedly realizing that the man had probably come to show off in front of Ember. His eyes seemed to be asking, 'Did you have a good time with her?'

Morpheus ignored his gaze and focused on the orcs. Erlos, encouraged by the fact that he had an additional fighter on his side, pulled his bow out of thin air. "Ugh! I've been telling you over and over again! We just need the horse back! Do you not clean your ears or what?! I am not patient enough! If words won't work on you then I would have no other choice..."

In response, the orcs in the frontline bravely stepped forward as if they would attack them as soon as they made a single move, their heavy weapons raised in their hands to attack the intruders. One of the orcs made a weird sound, and soon, more orcs came to them from the other side of the forest. The twenty-odd orcs had grown to the size of thirty.

"Seems like you guys won't listen, huh?" Morpheus sighed as he stepped forward, spreading his ash gray wings behind him in an intimidating manner.

It was Ember's horse; he would take it back at all costs. Though he didn't wish to harm these orcs, he had no other choice. There were times like this when violence was the question, and the answer was 'yes'.

Thirty orcs versus three.

Ember could not help but feel scared.

'What if something happens to them? It was all my fault. It was I who asked Erlos to come to this side of the river. It was I who chose to stay there instead of leaving immediately.

'Why am I so thoughtless and reckless?"

Ember could not take it and hurried towards them as she shouted, "Wait! Don't fight!"

Everyone turned towards the delicate figure running towards them.