Tang Shaoyang stood in front of dead Orcs, looking at the heart with a size that doubled his palm. He observed the heart attentively. There was something in this heart, something that he could not point out. It was similar to energy, but also different.
He stored the hearts in his inventory, keeping them fresh. Then his eyes locked on the dead Orcs with a hole in their chest. Now he noticed the Orc was quite different than the one he often encountered.
This one was not green-skinned, this one had deep orange skin. Not just that, this one had a pair of small horns that looked like a bamboo shoot. Despite their tall stature, the horns were about his pinky finger length.
He squatted in front of the Orcs and flicked the horn as hard as he could. He did not have a hobby to torture the dead, he was testing how tough the horn was. The body was spun and to his surprise, the horn was intact. The horn did not break apart, in fact, there was no crack.
