The other strong orc roared and swung his sword with so much force that even after dodging it, Asher’s hair fluttered.
Clang!
Their weapons clashed in the second collision, and the strong orc’s sword broke, followed by a deep, pain-filled grunt as it staggered backward.
Puchi!
Asher thrust his sword through the orc, pulled it out, and pushed the orc off the wall.
As the strong orc fell toward the ground, Asher sighted five orc warriors with two other strong orcs heading toward him with menacing expressions.
“Small human!”
One strong orc roared. The orc warriors held their shields in a defensive position as they closed the gap. Asher cracked his neck and shot toward him while swinging Euodias without restraint.
With pure brute strength, he shattered their shields, cutting down five silver-ranked orcs instantaneously!
Clang!
He blocked the attacks of both strong orcs with a soft grunt. One tried kicking him but he took a step back, grabbed the orc’s big leg and flung it to the other side. Before the strong orc could land, a King Swordsman leaped, plunging his sword into its chest!
The other orc bashed Asher with its shield, causing him to retreat about four steps. He wrapped both hands around his sword’s hilt, and his battle force burst out.
It was concentrated on his sword.
Swish!
Crimson Light made an excellent arc as he swung the sword, cutting both the orc and others! Seeing what he had done, Asher gasped softly.
He couldn’t believe he was the same man who needed his pet beast and his butler to ensure his survival at the beginning.
He couldn’t believe that he had grown from the novice he once was to a warrior capable of fighting on a battlefield this chaotic.
More chaotic and fearsome battles would occur in the future. It was time to groom himself for the massive battles he would have to fight in order for his domain to stand as one of the powers in Tenaria.
“Argh!”
A shout made him turn. It came from a King Swordsman whose knee cap was shattered by the iron hammer of a strong orc. The King Swordsamn faced two strong orcs at once and though he managed to kill one, the other struck him!
The King Swordsman puffed out but the strong orc had lifted up his iron hammer to crush the swordsman’s head.
Suddenly, a transparent green barrier appeared, shielding the swordsman from the strike. Instead of slaying the swordsman, the strong orc was repelled with a might force that launched him off the wall.
A light green light covered the swordsman’s knees and his knee cap was restored like it was never broken.
This made Asher look at the priestess floating in the sky. She still held her sword but for the sake of making sure that their casualties were small, she decided to oversee the war rather than participate as a warrior.
It was a sacrifice that befitted a leader.
Boom!
The walls shook. Although Asher and his men held the walls and refused to fall despite the pressure, the same couldn’t be said for the gate! Looking down, Asher discovered that the gate had been broken down!
But before the orcs could rush in, a barrier sealed the entrance. They began to hit the barrier, causing ripples.
Asher looked at Sapphira and saw the slight struggle on her face. “The gates!” She said while looking at him.
“Nero!”
Asher called out to his BloodBlade. “Take twenty men and hold the gate!”
Nero nodded, and by the time they came down, the barrier, which was being attacked by hundreds of strong orcs, creatures with powerful strength came down and they flooded in like a tide of abominations.
Wolves were the first to lunge out, racing toward the Nimrim Guards that had formed a phalanx formation.
“Prepare to en—!”
Bam!
The commandant couldn’t complete his sentence when the wolves lunged. Spears met claws and fangs in a bloody struggle. Hundred of men thrust their spears with all their might as they mowed down the wolves in dozens.
“Pull back!”
The commander bellowed at the top of his lungs but his men couldn’t even take two steps back when the strong orcs met them with mighty swings of their great weapons. The phanalx was broken instantly as soldiers were flung away.
Their strength was no match for the orcs. They were not as disciplined as the Ashbourne soldiers, who, even when they had not experienced upgrades, had gone through several battles that had honed them into great soldiers, mind, soul, and body!
In a matter of seconds, over a hundred Nimrim Guards were down but only ten died as Sapphira saved the others. From the right side, Nero attacked the orcs with twenty King Swordsmen. His swordsmanship was excellent and he moved in a flurry.
Nero, with the advantage of his talent, was like a fish in an ocean. He kept cutting down orcs until he encountered a strong orc.
The strong orc swung down its great axe but Nero went to his right, easily evading the great axe that dug deep into the soil.
He stepped on the axe’s handle, leaped into the air and unleashed a crisscross slash toward the orc’s neck.
“Too slow.”
Bam!
The strong orc fell lifeless, and he continued his killing spree. By the time he had gone deep into the tide, he slammed an orc warrior aside and listened to his surroundings.
His senses went straight for where his father was, and the moment his father muttered something, his eyes widened.
“270 kills!”
Alex had a thing for counting his kills and it had ingraned so deeply into his soul that he did it without even knowing and his son used that to train himself.
His father had killed 270 and he just clocked his 80th kill!
The gap was huge!
While the battle intensified, Sapphira’s voice suddenly entered Asher’s ears.
“The mage and the chief are about to move!”
Upon hearing that, Asher turned and saw the mage pull down the cloak, revealing the face of a young woman.
“Rise!”
She uttered.