A strong Orc warrior thrust his great sword into the earth in his hand and closed his eyes by combining his hands. How could he do this when he was surrounded by numerous daemons and evil demons? But the answer became clear in the next instant. The orc\'s body was enveloped in a bluish-white light, and he pulled out the great sword and ran toward the enemy daemons with a burst of energy. The swift movement of the orc, clad in thick, sturdy sheet metal armor, was as if a huge ball of iron had been launched from a siege catapult. The orc, like the ball of iron, charged at the enemy daemon, even more massive than the orc himself, and with a single thrust of the great sword in his hand, cut him down. He cut down another one right next to him, taking advantage of the daemons\' surprise. The third one, however, was trickier. The small winged daemon was out of the greatsword\'s range while two of its companions were slaughtered. There were still at least ten daemons left. The orcs and daemons entered into a melee, using their massive bodies to clash with each other. Damn, I can\'t shoot ....... The half-elf sorcerer was getting impatient. His fellow orcs were engaged in a fierce melee with the daemons. They are moving around so fast and so violently that it is hard to believe that they are two giant bodies, and swordplay and magic are flying about. The orcs are fighting on the side of the half-elves, who have no skill in hand-to-hand combat, moving quickly to check the daemons to prevent them from outflanking them. The orc warriors she trusts are outstanding in both physical and mental strength. His armor is thick enough to withstand a daemon\'s swordplay, and his body and mind are so well-trained that half-hearted magic will not work on him. But in the melee while defending the half-elf, he seems to be unable to strike a single effective blow. Even if she tried to cover him with magic, she would not be able to use powerful ejection-type magic in the melee. The orc\'s broad back, while shielding her, prevents the slant of magic. As it is, ....... Sylvia. Trust your brother.\" Suddenly, a slightly low but beautiful female voice echoed through the forest, reaching Sylvia\'s ears. \'Firestorm! The half-elf, who was also Sage, could not decipher the words, but she knew what kind of magic it was. From out of nowhere, a dark elf appeared and used a mighty fire spirit magic. The daemons were being consumed, with the orc warriors caught in the middle. Oh, brother! The half-elf\'s scream echoed through the forest, where the smell of smoldering daemons wafted through the air. I\'m sorry. I\'m sorry, I\'m late. I\'m sorry, Gordon. With my other magic, I would not have been able to get here in time. ......, no problem.\" The orc, Sylvia\'s brother, stood there, his strong body stomping on the forest earth as the daemons burned and crumbled. \'Whoa, Mother! How dare you burn down your entire brother!!!!\" Sylvia, the half-elf, pressed close to her