Blood Elf Monarch

"Chhiiiwilkkk!!"

Piercing shriek resounded through the air as the nearby green monster was screaming due to being pierced in the body by Seth's spear that came out of nowhere.

Splaaatt!

When Tristan looked at the current condition of the said monster, he was secretly amazed by Seth's prowess. The spear was thrown by him from a distance of 50 meters. Even so, not only did it hit perfectly on its intended target, it was still strong enough to blast the monster into the air, nailing it to the ground.

After receiving such a devastating throw, the monster was unmoving, obviously severely injured.

Seth leaped to the air, doing a somersault in the process before he descended right on top of the nailed monster. Taking advantage of the momentum the gravity gave him, he delivered a stomp on the monster's head, causing it to be crushed under his feet. Afterwards, Seth pulled his spear out of the now dead monster.

"Chhiiwickl!!

The orc who was next to the dead one was enraged as it slashes the saber on its hand towards Seth. Alas, the orc's attack was destined to be a failure as it was quickly blocked by Borin which evidently had already begun to move the moment Seth threw the spear.

Clank!

The crisp sound of metal clashing with each other was heard. While the orc was knocked back by rebound of its strike, Borin quickly turned his body around and launched a sword sweep towards the monster's hip.

Splaatt!!

Blood splattered to the ground as the sword went into the flesh and nearly cut the orc's hip apart. Screaming in pain the orc knelt on the ground before Borin unhesitantly separated its head from its shoulders.

In an instant, the two orcs that stood in front were dead, under the spear and shield duo. However, before the group could rest easy, Piyo, who had been channeling his concentration fully on the gadget on his hand, suddenly said, "There are a dozen of them approaching. Be prepared!"

At this moment, Tristan quickly took out his large sword out of the interspatial ring. He was waiting, his gait showed that he was ready to attack whatever came out of the camp in front of them. Naturally, he also did not forget to position Layla behind him, lest she got into harm's way.

"Chhiiwickl!! Chhiiwickl!! Chhiiwickl!!"

10 similar green monstrosities were coming out, all completely equipped and rushing towards the group accompanied by a fearless scream they themselves did.

Half of them went towards Borin and the other two people, while the other half placed their focus on Tristan's group, charging with even greater intensity than the former.

Clank!

An ax swing coming from one of the orcs was parried perfectly by Tristan, courtesy of the claymore in his hand.

Losing its balance due to the sheer momentum it received, Tristan took advantage of the opportunity as the weapon in his hand rotated, effortlessly cleaving the green monster in two like a hot knife cut through butter.

The powerful gust of wind due to the slash and his ease at dispatching the orc to the underworld quickly caught the attention of everyone else. It was apparent that they were in shock, seeing how easy it was for Tristan to split the orc.

After all, even Borin only managed to cut the orc's body halfway through, and that was considering he aimed at the hip, one of the more fragile parts of the body.

As for Tristan himself, the moment the sword cut through the monster, he realized that this green-skinned monster was weaker than the grey-skinned ones he fought in Cursaac's place. Their appearances were similar, but their prowess were worlds apart.

Inwardly, Tristan grinned widely, thinking that the quest was too easy even if he had to fight on his own. Fortunately, before he could dive deeper into his reverie, the other orcs already arrived and sent their attacks at him.

Another two orcs jumped in from the left and the right, with their weapons brandished. Seeing that, Tristan decided to speed up to the one on the right, piercing its body with his stab. He then spun his body by pivoting on his right leg.

The spin made the sword that was stuck in the orc's body come out, and Tristan continued his move by doing another sweeping motion to the orc that came from the left. The orc that thought it was about to avenge its companion was surprised to see Tristan's smooth transition and fell into panic as it tried to retreat.

Alas, it did not have enough time as Tristan's sword arrived before it, dividing its body into the upper and bottom parts.

Within just a few simple moves Tristan easily took care of three orcs. He stares at his claymore that is washed by the blood of the orcs and the corpse. This time he didn't kill for survival, he killed by choice and he found that the thrill excited him.

Tristan watched the other two orcs that went towards Layla and Barry.

Barry surprisingly showed a good stance and was able to hold both orcs by himself. It was clear that his sword skills were not ordinary. When Tristan did a comparison, he thought that Barry's strength and sword skill should not be inferior to Borin's skills.

While Barry was taking care of the two orcs, holding them in place, the two poor orcs still did not realize the tragic fate that would befell them.

BANNGG!!

A shot from Layla managed to hit one of the orc at its shoulder. It created quite a big hole and forced the green monster to drop its weapons as its body flung backwards.

With one of them down, Barry had an easier time as he began to dominate the last orc.

The poor orc was getting pummelled until it was bashed by Barry's shield, throwing it back a few meters following its brethren.

BANGG!! BANGG!!

This time a double shot and both hit the bashed orc and made the orc kneel on the ground before finally being finished by Barry's sword.

Seeing that both Barry and Layla were doing well, Tristan felt he could start unleashing his power. All this time, he felt an extreme urge in his body, telling him to kill more of those monsters.

Within minutes the 10 advance orc were dead on the ground.

"Let's move on!!" shouted Borin when he saw that the situation was resolved.

Tristan confidently walked forward, following the three. Now that he was inside the orc camp, he could clearly see two dozen orcs shouting in rage.

"Ciwiwwck!! "Ciwiwwck!!"

Scanning his gaze across the rows of orc, Borin suddenly stopped when he saw one figure that was particularly striking among them.

"Orc Champion! Hell! This is not going to be an easy fight, huh?"

The clash against this crowd of orcs was not avoidable, but right before it happened, a notification appeared in Tristan's mind.

[Warning Host require Blood Essence for sustenance]

"!!!"

'Dammit! Fuck! Why now!"

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