As early as the moment the Extreme War Rat arrived on the battlefield and Holz ordered the shift from defense to attack, Onarom, the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, was a little unable to sit still.

He found himself seemingly having made a mistake that was fatal.

That was the moment when he chose to temporarily withdraw them in order to reduce the losses of the Frostwolf Knights, and ordered the tribe to stand by and rest for a quarter of an hour!

And he seriously misestimated the strength of the 'army' in front of him, and more importantly, although this war did not last long, the unexpected changes on the battlefield were like a tide.

And in the final analysis, he doesn't seem to know the details of the 'army' in front of him at all, and it can even be said that he doesn't know anything.

Since the other party was suddenly able to come up with such a wave of 'reinforcements', God knows if there will be any accidents in the future?

Now he was very skeptical that the other party was not the power of the Silver Moon Federation, and if so, why hadn't he heard of this force before?

Seeing that the battlefield, which was completely disproportionate to its combat power, was actually in a state of anxiety, Onarome also became more and more agitated.

If that damn guy was still in front of him, he believed he would have hacked him without hesitation!

There must be no more accidents! This damn battle must be over quickly!

Then take all the food and retreat immediately!

No more surprises!

Their Shadow Moon Clan can't afford to take any more risks!

Just as Onarome made up his mind, he heard Delorú's thunderous roar.

"Orcs?"

Onarome's brow furrowed slightly, and when he saw the two wolf tooth pendants hanging from Droru's neck, he roared angrily in response:

"It turned out to be a wolf cub from the Frostwolf Clan!

"You traitor to the orcs! unforgivable!!

"You don't even deserve to mention the word glory!

"But I will still grant you death!!

"Shadow Moon Clan!

"The beast god Geush is watching us!

"Kill!

"Destruction!

"Leave no stone unturned!!

“loktar ogar！！！”

"Wow!"

Hearing Onarom's mad battle cry, all the orcs roared in the sky, as if they were going berserk.

What's even more deadly is that after the two wings had just retreated to the standby Frostwolf Knight, they let out a wolf howl, and then turned back to the battlefield again.

Originally, when they saw this scene, Holtz was alarmed in his heart, and now they have been forced to abandon the defense line, I am afraid that as long as they are chiseled back and forth by two wolf cavalry back and forth, they will be directly defeated!

But what he didn't expect was that the orc chieftain Onarom in the center of the battlefield seemed to be enraged by Drororu, and rode the sitting frostwolf to throw off the Chinese army and pounce straight over.

'Opportunity!'

'Kill him!Kill this orc chief as quickly as possible to resolve the crisis in front of you!'

"Come with me, brothers, kill him, kill the orc brute, and we'll win the war!"

After saying this, Holtz chased after Delorus's indomitable back and met Onarom who was attacking.

Wren and Sgard glanced at each other and rushed forward without hesitation.

Holtz is right, in this desperate situation, it seems that there is only this last resort left.

And at this time, Onarom, who was riding the frost wolf, and Delorou, who was killing all the way, were already close at hand!

At this moment, Deloru did not look at Onarome, who was much stronger than him, and the giant axe in his hand that slashed towards his neck.

Instead, he stared at the frost wolf where the other party sat down.

The latter replied with the most ferocious baring of teeth, wanting to choose someone to devour!

Fate is so ironic and playful.

If he hadn't chosen to leave the clan and go to the Dark Regions, maybe the strongest frost wolf would have been his companion.

But now they meet, but they are enemies of life and death.

"I'm sorry... Rest in peace..."

Just as the frost wolf pounced on him and the giant axe approached, Delorou slowly closed his eyes, and he suddenly fell to his knees as he ran, and his upper body fell back violently like an iron bridge!

With his hands crossed and his sword held high, he actually passed under the wolf's belly with great inertia in such an unbelievable posture.

Poof!

He could even hear the whistling wind of the great axe passing through the tip of his nose, smell the smell of blood that had accumulated on it for years to wash away, and feel the stagnation of the twin blades passing through the frostwolf's body, just like the sadness in his heart at the moment.

After the two sides staggered, they saw DeRoru lying on the ground with a blood-stained double-edged pestle, bowing his head and saying nothing.

The frost wolf let out a wail in mid-air, and then was cut into three pieces and fell into the dust, and walked without pain.

Only Onarom, who had a premonition of danger and jumped up from the wolf's back in advance, fell to his knees on one knee, let out an angry roar:

"Damn the Frostwolves, you've pissed me off! I'm going to let you know what it means to be cruel !!"

But before he could settle the score with Delorus, he saw the damned gnoll slash at him with his teeth bared and roared with a hideous face.

"Dead !!"

He stomped under his feet, without any defensive posture, and took his turn to slash Holtz with his tomahawk!

The moment the chainsaw sword and the giant axe were handed over, Holtz's face seemed to be swept by a shockwave, and his face moved with a rhythm, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

Then a screeching sound of steel cutting through each other exploded, and the orcs and militia around them showed signs of pain, and the nezumi who were too sensitive to hearing let out squeaks and screams, and their ears were bleeding.

The ground behind Holz and Onarome's feet seemed to be unable to withstand such a huge explosive force, and suddenly collapsed into two shallow craters that radiated towards the semicircle behind them.

The moment the two held each other tightly, Holtz spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and the whole person flew backwards like a cannonball, and the chainsaw sword in his hand that could no longer be held was also spun high with the sound of a bell, and was stuck obliquely on the ground.

Seeing that the flying out of Holtz was about to hit the tip of an orc's knife, he was caught by the bullaur Wren who was rushing wildly, and rolled several times in succession before stopping.

And this is when Holtz got up, he actually spurted out a mouthful of viscous blood again, and his face showed a gray color, obviously suffering a heavy blow.

Ren, who saved him, also had a solemn look in his eyes...

Although Holtz is inferior to him in pure strength, he is also a formidable warrior in Zeellandia.

And such a powerful warrior is not the enemy of the other party?

Just such a domineering and fierce power... I'm afraid it's already close to a legend, right?

If that's the case, they're all going to be here today.

Seeing that the gnolls were only wounded but not killed under his full blow, Onarome became more and more angry, and actually gave up on Delorou, who was the original target, and instead dragged the giant axe and rushed towards Holtz again!

This gnoll commander must die!

As soon as the gnolls die, the hearts of the opposing army will be broken!

But as he approached, a heavily armed shield warrior stood in his way.

It was the shield swordsman Sgard.

Sgard behind the shield also smiled bitterly in his heart, but he had to stand up!

Holtz can't die!

As soon as he dies, it's all over!

"I can't !! myself enough"

Onarom is now disgusted at the sight of the tower shield, and the tomahawk is a wild slash.

Bang! Bang!

Under the first axe, Sgard's diagonally held tower shield was smashed and dented, and the ground under his feet sank by a full two feet!

Under the second axe, the long sword he tried to stab at the opponent was smashed into two!

Under the third axe, the family heirloom shield he relied on for a living was smashed and flipped out, revealing the bleak and languishing figure of Sgard behind the shield.

Two streams of blood flowed down his forehead in quick succession, staining his vision a bloody color.

Sgard staggered back two steps, a cracking sound of bones, and his eyes couldn't help but show numbness from despair.

Seeing that the fourth axe is coming.

"Roar, cluck!"

Accompanied by a strange scream and the sound of breaking wind.

A hand axe spun and flew, but was easily dodged by Onarom's sideways.

"The Power of the Ancestors !!"

Pantos, the alpine barbarian, leaped from the druid's back, bowed in a 'C' shape, and slashed at Onarom's skull with his battle axe in both hands.

"Roar!!

At the same time, the druid Senarian under him also stood up, roaring and waving a bear's paw that was enough to crack the rocks and slammed it into Onarome's face.

Onarom actually bent his knees slightly, allowing Xiong De's giant palm to pass through his shoulder, and the whole person was like a screwed humanoid slingshot, smashing the heavy Xiong De over the shoulder to the ground, and then kicking Pantos in the face with a split scissor foot that did not match his body at all, spurting blood and shooting out.

"Vulnerable!"

Onarome, who flipped around and landed in a volley, commented coldly, and picked up his axe again, preparing to execute Xiong De at his feet first.

"Let's go!!"

Wren slashed at him with an axe and put it in front of Xiong De and Sgard.

Sgard and Cenarian were directly blown backwards by the fierce wind set off by the exchange of two.

In the sparks of the two giant axes rubbing against each other, the corners of Onarom's mouth drooped slightly, the lines around his eyes were as sharp as knives, but his face became less and less angry.

However, Wren's forehead burst out with green tendons, the mane on the back of his neck stood up, and the leather armor on his body was about to burst open.

Poof!

The Minotaur was forced to kneel on one knee under the terrifying force of the majestic mountain, and cracks bloomed in the rock and soil on the ground.

"Wrestle with me Onarom, Warrior, you're a little close!" a sneering smile appeared on Onarom's lips.

Suddenly, he let out a loud shout and kicked Wren hard in the chest.

Wren seemed to hear the sound of the wind being torn apart, and with a wild roar of "moo", it was the second time he used [Blood Fury], and the blood vessels in his body collapsed, shooting out countless blood lines, and with the last overdrawn power, a head hammer arched towards Onarome.

He's going to pierce the heart of this mighty enemy with his horns!

But Onarom was just as aware of his intentions, and the weapon in his hand slammed to the side, blocking Wren's horns.

Bang!

At the same time, Wren was kicked by Onarom and flew backwards, knocking down several figures in succession before he got down on one knee to stop the rush.

The Minotaur Rennes, who was already one step away from the [Master], only held on to the other party for a short second!

DeRoru watched his comrades-in-arms fall one after another, and instantly understood that his current self was far from being the opponent of the Shadow Moon Chief in front of him.

But he still rushed forward without hesitation!

When his comrades-in-arms were endangered, how could he, a dignified man of the Landreso Frostwolf Clan, retreat lightly!

“loktar ogar！！！”

【Sword Momentum——— Swirl Dance】!

[Sword Momentum——— Great Whirlwind]!

As he swirled his blades and charged without hesitation, he suddenly remembered the nightmare of more than ten years ago as he looked at the tip of the axe that was stabbing at him.

The nightmare that had plagued him for more than a decade and made him wake up every night in the middle of the night.

Could it be today?

Will there be stars... Falling for me?

Clang!

Poof!

Burst!

In everyone's incredulous gaze, Delorou actually 'crashed' into the tip of the gun at the end of the giant axe without dodging.

His first slash was blocked by Onarom's left arm armor, but the second slash was successfully slashed into Onarom's face.

Onarom tilted his head slightly, wiped a drop of blood with his fingertips, and exclaimed:

"The wolf cub of the Landreso family, this sword has already touched a trace of the essence of the [Sword Master] art, and in time, it is an opponent worthy of a battle, but unfortunately, you are still too weak, too weak. ”

He held the great axe in one hand and lifted Deloru in the air, the blood of the spring flowing down the hilt of the axe, and the orc at the end of the tomahawk was already angry, but he still held the blade diagonally at Onarome, unwilling to let go.

"Father's !!"

On the edge of the battlefield, Deloru's children also saw this heartbreaking scene, and rushed to kill them desperately.

Onarome looked around at his opponents, who were no longer able to fight:

"Let's end it! This battle has dragged on for a long time. ”

"What..."

At this moment, however, Onarom's ears twitched slightly, and he turned his head sharply to look south, his face solemn.

With a sharp sound of breaking wind, a cloud of dust and smoke like an earth dragon turning over raised a straight line on the battlefield.

Wherever the dust and smoke passed, the soldiers on both sides of the enemy and the enemy were all the people who were hit and turned over on their backs...

Gradually, Onarome saw two scarlet eyes faintly revealing in the furious smoke.

And the moment he was locked by this light of eyes, Onarome felt that he was enveloped in a terrifying killing intent like an abyss purgatory!

This killing intent is so pure and chaotic!

There is no escape!

Irresistible!

Unstoppable!

Onarom instantly chilled all over his body, and then the blood of the orcs was like a fierce beast stimulated by life and death, all of which surged up together, making his eyes quickly bloodshot.

Unable to care about anything else, he shook off the orc Deloru on the tip of the axe like garbage, roared wildly, and headed towards the unknown enemy.

Boom!

The moment the two clashed, the ground centered on them burst open as if it had been hit by an earthquake, and countless smoke and dust were squeezed out of the cracks like volcanic lava plates.

Covered in the smoke and dust like a sandstorm, you can only see the fireworks from the collision of countless weapons stretching all the way to the rear of the battlefield.

The fine iron shoulder armor and belt on his body continued to crack, and Chiguo's upper body continued to inexplicably collapse into fine blood line gaps.

And Onarome, who was invincible before, was actually pressed and beaten all the way by the comer!

Until this moment, Onarom barely saw the other party's figure!

A human knight?

Hey! It's a Dragonborn!

Gotta hold him off!

If such a terrible creature is allowed to wreak havoc on the battlefield!

Even if you win today, it will only be a miserable victory!

The frostwolves are about to break through the opponent's battlefield, just hold on.

Victory is theirs!

A gust of wind blew and blew away the smoke and dust in the sky.

Did the other party suddenly stop?

I saw a 'human-shaped can' with two dragon horns suddenly looking towards the Griffon Mountains to the west.

"Daddy..."

"Daddy?"

Onarome, whose face was full of gloom, instantly chilled as he looked at the other party's gaze.

I saw that at the end of the mountains and rivers where the sky was already illuminated by the morning light, a black spot appeared, and it was facing the wind and snow towards the battlefield.

Griffin...

A lot of griffins...

And the most eye-catching... It's guarded by griffons in the center... A...

Silver Dragon!

"How... Probably..."Onarom's entire orc froze.

"Roar!!

With a dragon roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

It was as if a silver greatsword plunged straight into the ground, plowed straight from behind the orc's battlefield...

Everywhere swept by this winter storm turned into crystalline statues, and there was endless terror and despair in their eyes.

At the same time, hundreds of gigantic griffons swept across the battlefield like dragonflies, snatching the Frostwolf Knights, who had finally rushed into the enemy's formation, into the air and throwing them to the ground.

With the whimper of the frostwolf and the helpless howl of the orcs, blood-colored pictures were added to the snow.

In the face of the opponent's irresistible 'reinforcements'.

The orcs of the Shadowmoon Clan, begin... Defeated.