[Ding! You have successfully extracted the Ice Orc bloodline.]
[Ding! You have gained the new skill: Frozen Armor (Passive, D-Rank).]
"Oh, hell yes," Damon muttered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The wind howled around him as he charged towards the next one.
Another orc, this one wielding a massive ice-encrusted greataxe, lunged at him with a roar that rattled the snow-covered ground. Damon grinned, stepping aside with grace. He was a lot faster than the orcs and was easily able to evade their attacks in close combat.
However, getting his attacks through was an entirely different matter. The creatures had thick hides with high physical resistance. He had to pump a lot more mana into his shadow daggers to get his attacks through.
Damon cursed under his breath, his eyes darting for a weak spot. "Thick hide, huh? Let's see how you like this," he muttered, focusing his mana into a concentrated slash.
