Chapter 293: Mesmerizing the Guildmaster

Eventually, the Ashen Orc reached a point where it could no longer think clearly and simply fought by instinct.

The snowstorm intensified. The Ashen Orcs behind it, who had been caught in the snowstorm, had long since frozen to death.

However, some Ashen Orcs had managed to escape and inform their tribe.

The Ashen Orc tribe was not far from them, and soon enough, a thousand Ashen Orcs would be mobilized to deal with the humans in front of them.

The A-rank Ashen Orc’s toughness was on full display.

Enzo could already feel his mana depleting rapidly.

If it hadn’t been for the other Ashen Orcs dying, he would have already run out of mana, and the Titan of Ice’s absurd recovery rate would have been negated.

The battle would have ended in the Ashen Orc’s victory.

At the same time, his skill proficiency in Frozen Kingdom, Blizzard Dominion, Titan of Ice, and his other A-rank passive skills had increased.

They had all reached the intermediate level, with some even reaching the advanced level.

Despite growing stronger in the midst of battle, the Ashen Orc had never stood a chance of victory.

Eventually, Enzo could no longer perceive any signs of vitality emanating from the Ashen Orc.

Through the Titan of Ice’s vision, Enzo watched as it punched straight through the Ashen Orc’s chest, successfully penetrating its tough body.

Funnily enough, the Titan of Ice’s right limb was destroyed in the process.

The Titan of Ice gazed menacingly at the Ashen Orc before letting out a thunderous roar that echoed towards the Monster Hunters, who immediately understood who had claimed the victory.

Their Guildmaster’s terrifying Titan of Ice had won!

In other words, their Guildmaster had emerged victorious.

The Monster Hunters cheered.

As Enzo finally stopped casting his spells, the Titan of Ice broke into countless pieces while the snowstorm dissipated.

Enzo took out a high-grade mana potion, recovering half of his mana points.

However, his body was still suffering from the massive mana consumption and the sudden restoration of his mana.

These were the side effects of pushing himself to his absolute limits.

Enzo threw away the empty bottle, which fell onto the icy ground and shattered into countless pieces.

The fragments were then crushed beneath the horses of the Monster Hunters, who pushed forward, knowing that their Guildmaster had paved the way for them.

Enzo gazed into the distance, his eyes sweeping across the frozen terrain as numerous Ashen Orcs emerged from beyond the snow-covered hills.

Their towering figures were unmistakable, each one carrying a weapon suited to its massive frame.

Some wielded crude axes, while others carried enormous clubs capable of smashing through solid rock.

Their numbers continued to increase as more of them appeared in the distance, gradually filling the surrounding landscape with their imposing presence.

Enzo’s expression grew solemn.

Although he had created a Frozen Kingdom to control the battlefield, he could not help but feel concerned about the sheer number of enemies approaching them.

Even with the advantages provided by his magic, there was no guarantee that his Monster Hunters could withstand a direct confrontation against such a formidable horde.

He turned towards his subordinates, intending to remind them not to charge recklessly into battle.

However, the words died in his throat.

Something was wrong.

Or rather, everything was going far better than he had anticipated.

The Monster Hunters were not rushing towards the Ashen Orcs, nor were they gathering into a disorganized formation in preparation for a frontal assault.

Instead, they moved with remarkable coordination, each group performing a different task without interfering with the others.

Several hunters had already begun laying traps along the most probable routes the Ashen Orcs would take.

Although these traps might not be powerful enough to inflict serious injuries on such formidable creatures, their purpose was not to kill.

They were designed to hinder their movements.

Some were positioned beneath the snow, ready to collapse under the weight of advancing monsters.

Others were concealed between the frozen trees and rocks, intended to obstruct their weapons or force them to alter their course.

Even the slightest delay could prove decisive when dealing with an enemy that relied on overwhelming numbers and brute strength.

Meanwhile, other groups were reinforcing the hunters’ defensive positions, ensuring that no formation would be left vulnerable if the frontline came under pressure.

The ranged fighters had already identified suitable firing positions, while the mages were carefully selecting locations from which they could unleash their spells without obstructing their allies.

The healers and support personnel remained behind the main defensive line, protected by hunters who had been specifically assigned to safeguard them.

None of them appeared confused about their responsibilities.

More astonishingly, nobody needed to shout instructions repeatedly or waste time asking what they should do next.

Every movement seemed to have been considered beforehand.

As Enzo continued observing them, several scouts departed from the main formation and spread throughout the surrounding area.

Rather than approaching the Ashen Orcs directly, they moved along the edges of the Frozen Kingdom, examining the terrain and gathering information about the approaching horde.

Their movements were cautious and deliberate. They maintained sufficient distance from the enemy while ensuring that their observations would not be obstructed by the frozen landscape.

Their task was not simply to count the monsters.

They were identifying the most suitable routes for an enemy advance, locating possible blind spots, and determining which sections of the battlefield could be exploited to the hunters’ advantage.

Every piece of information would eventually find its way back to the command structure.

And once that information arrived, the entire formation would adjust accordingly.

Enzo was mesmerized.

He had seen experienced hunters coordinate their attacks before, but what he was witnessing now was on an entirely different level.

It was as though every Monster Hunter possessed a clear understanding of the battlefield, even when they were operating far away from one another.

They did not need to see what their comrades were doing to understand how their own actions would affect the overall operation...