Blood Elf Monarch

One hundred plus orc Grunts were coming for the rescue of a group of humans, dwarves, and elves. That was definitely something that was rarely ever seen, even in a world such as this. 

Still, Tristan was certainly overjoyed to see those greenskins. They surely came at the right time, just when he needed it because he really did not know how long they would be able to hold on.

Seeing the incoming orcs, Tristan swiftly ordered his own group to charge toward them.

As a result, the barbarians' formation that separated the two sides were quickly being vanquished as they were sandwiched on both sides. The barbarians were killed and pushed back at the center, where the two groups focused their assault.

The moment Tristan's group merged with the orcs, they finally had a few moments to take a quick breath. They were exhausted - on the brink of collapse because of the continuous battle.

"Karra, you.. I.." Tristan tried to say something, but with the awkward condition, Tristan left her made him unable to think of anything to say.

The female orc put her hand on her chest as a show of respect and said, "We are waiting for your order, chief!"

It appears the female orc doesn't really care about what he did before, she was ready to fight.

He took a glance at the battlefield to check their current condition. The barbarians had already reformed their formation as if nothing had happened. Apparently, the time they took to destroy the shield wall was enough for the thousands of barbarians to reposition themselves and create a brand-new wall.

For a moment, Tristan was impressed by the quickness of these barbarians. Their culture, at least the military portions, did not reflect the name they were given at all.

With a long deep sigh, Tristan turned towards Karra and said, "We are surrounded again, and I don't think we can outrun them. I'm sorry, Karra. I think you came at a very difficult moment."

Upon hearing that, Karra looked over the Grunts for a moment before answering.

"We are just glad we did not miss the party, chief!"

A smile appeared on Tristan's face when he heard the female orc's answer. The fire within him also ignited because of it.

"Very good answer, Karra."

This act of trust, and the willingness to suffer together truly moved Tristan. Other than Layla, he never had anyone do the same for him before.

Tristan turned to look over the Grunts who were looking at him as well. Their gazes showed they were ready to follow their chief anywhere the latter went.

Without him realizing it, a wide smile emerged on his face.

"I promise you, boys!!! We will have a feast of slaughter upon us!!"

"Chiiwiikkkk!! Chiwiwikkk!! Golug!! Galug!!"

Tristan turned around, grabbed the claymore tightly while eyeing the barbarians. All the muscles in his body were tense, akin to a string that was drawn and ready to be released.

"ATTACK!!" shouted Tristan with all his might.

Tristan led the attack by dashing at breakneck speed. He crashed onto the shield wall, which immediately split apart due to the momentum. Subsequently, he continued by creating a bloody trail all over the plains as he passed through the rows of barbarians.

Once more, the excitement and thrill burned something within him - the deep-seated urge hidden within was flowing once again, bursting with such intensity as it expected to be drowned by the blood of his enemies.

[Blood Synthesis]

While he was weaving through the barbarians like a slippery eel, Tristan made dozens of blood pearls and began his streaks of wreaking havoc. None of the barbarians in the current battlefield had the ability to stop him. They could only watch as Tristan reaped life with a swing of his sword or a projectile that came out of nowhere.

The two Orc Champions as well as Karra also charged to the other side of the encirclement.

Much to his surprise, at this moment, the female orc suddenly yelled out the black language. Immediately after, all the orc Grunts seemed to be more ferocious than before.

[Battle Cry]

It was a kind of High Orc's special skill that increased the overall battle power of all the orcs in the clan. This was one of the innate abilities of a talented orc. Apparently, Karra was one of this kind.

Kaboomm!! Kaboomm!!

Loud explosive sounds resounded through the air, followed by several explosions in the battlefield as Herrera fired her fire spell coupled with the special explosive bolts fired from Bofir's crossbow.

Everyone took out their best ability, giving their hardest in the battle. Even though the orcs' prowess were able to kill two or even three barbarians before falling - it was still a 20 versus 1 battle. If nothing significant happened, they would be buried here, under the soil of the Chaotic Plains.

Within minutes, hundreds of barbarians and dozens of orcs already breathed their last here, painting the ground with crimson red.

Tristan no longer counted his Blood Essence and created as many pearls as he could to kill the barbarians around him in the fastest manner possible. Unfortunately, there were simply too many of them. If he managed to kill one in a second, another two would fill the gap.

"Aarrghhhh!" 

Borin's shield finally could not bear the brunt of any further strikes as it broke into pieces. As a result, a barbarian's mace directly hit his head and made him drop to the ground.

On the other side of the battlefield, Astrid also got into harm's way as she was hit by a stray arrow, making her drop to the ground whether she wanted it or not. This exposed Layla to the barbarians, which meant she was going to be attacked. 

As predicted, several barbarians swiftly dashed at her when they saw there was nothing that could block their way. Tristan noticed this, but unfortunately, he was too far.

He could only watch helplessly as a saber was heading towards his sister, intending to kill her off.

Clank!!!

The barbarian's saber was blocked at the last second by a spear. When Tristan looked over to see the owner of the spear, he spotted Seth who was gritting his teeth.

"All of you.. Back off!! G-go.. go fuck off somewhere else!!"

At the last moment, Seth finally decided to stand up and enter the fray.

Even though he did not have many special skills or stats, his presence was able to fill in the gap. And for now, it was enough.

Layla and Herrera quickly dragged Borin and Astrid off the battlefield, in order to be healed.

These events really showed how crucial and dangerous their current situation was. 

At the moment, there were only half the initial orcs still alive, while most of Tristan's group were wounded. 

Tristan was a nick of a feather away from jumping at his sister and running, when suddenly, another warhorn was heard. Hearing it, the barbarians quickly moved a few steps back, detaching themselves from the battle before reforming their shield wall. Afterwards, they stood silent doing nothing.

The sight confused everyone on Tristan's side.

"What.. What's going on…?"

While everyone was wondering what exactly was happening, the barbarians suddenly opened a path in their formation, and two figures could be seen walking out of it.

One was Sigurd, the Jarl of the Golden Horn Tribe - the one who led the previous battle, and an unknown figure wearing a dark hood.

Tristan was shocked as he could feel a significant energy from the figure in the hood. Hence, he tried to use the scanner to check.

The moment the result came out, it dumbfounded him.

[Human, undefined battle power]

"What the hell?!"

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by NovelFull,