Chapter 362: You Look Like a Brave Warrior!
Bang!
Hammer met axe!
The two clashed with comparable strength, and the soft, wet ground beneath them was trampled into deep pits.
The high-ranking orc warlord's face twisted in disbelief. He hadn't managed to overpower his opponent in pure strength—his greatest asset!
Gritting his teeth, the high-ranking orc warlord roared, releasing his thick battle energy in an attempt to break through Beelzebub's defense.
But even as the orc unleashed his aura, Beelzebub did not budge.
Cold, ghostly frost slowly spread across Beelzebub's body.
The warlord's battle aura could not penetrate it!
Beelzebub's mastery of his frost giant bloodline had reached a new level—Level 2.
"Hahaha!!"
With a hearty laugh, Beelzebub confidently engaged the high-ranking orc in close combat.
His moves were wide and open, swinging his axe one after another, aiming for a direct clash of force with the orc!
The high-ranking orc warlord, already weary from prolonged battle, was at a physical disadvantage.
From the moment he failed to decisively crush Beelzebub, he lost the initiative in this battle.
The orc warlord's hopes of turning the tide with brute force had crumbled.
Beelzebub, though appearing rough, was cunning in his own way. Using his size and stamina advantage, he pressed the orc back, bit by bit, forcing them both into the center of the orc ranks.
The sound of their battle was thunderous, each clash of power sent shockwaves tearing through nearby orc soldiers.
Though Beelzebub had yet to attain an extraordinary rank, his deep understanding of the frost giant's power had given him physical strength on par with the high-ranking orc.
Combined with the battle techniques he had honed over recent months in Bay Territory, he had filled the gaps in his combat abilities.
Now, to Beelzebub, the weary orc warlord was the perfect sparring partner—a way to gain experience in high-level combat.
The orc warlord felt increasing pressure as the red glow emanating from Beelzebub's body grew more intense.
What was this strange ability?
Before he could make sense of it, the sound of orderly marching drew nearer.
Glancing to the side, he saw that his guards and the surrounding orc soldiers had all fallen in pools of blood.
Impossible!
Whoosh!
The muffled sound of a brutal impact echoed, and charging orc soldiers were cleaved in two.
Only then did the high-ranking orc warlord realize.
These heavily armored soldiers were formidable.
Each of them was massive, on par with orcs in size.
Their weapons and armor far exceeded anything the orcs had.
Especially those terrifyingly long poleblades, which possessed destructive power surpassing ordinary enchanted weapons!
Why would such a human force specifically position themselves here?
Could it be!
Bam!
Beelzebub took advantage of the orc warlord's distraction, swinging his axe into his chest.
Though much of the force was absorbed by the thick battle energy and the sturdy armor,
a chilling frost seeped deep into the warlord's body!
Normally, the orc warlord would not have worried about this bit of frost—he could expel it in twenty to thirty breaths.
But Beelzebub wasn't giving him that chance, swinging his axe again and again, relentless in his onslaught!
The orcs attempting to rush forward were blocked, falling one after another.
The soldiers at the rear, free from attacks, continued their barrage without restraint.
It could be said that these ten thousand desperate orcs were being thoroughly suppressed by just two thousand soldiers, with nearly a third already killed or wounded!
The courage sustaining the orc soldiers' fight was rapidly waning.
And it was quickly plummeting off a cliff.
Because more and more adventurers were emerging from the reed marshes.
They too wielded crossbows purchased from Bay Territory, skillfully pulling the triggers.
Though they couldn't match the Bay soldiers' precision, they inflicted significant casualties on the orcs.
Bang!
After yet another powerful clash, the high-ranking orc warlord staggered back, a fresh wound on his arm.
He could no longer withstand Beelzebub's storm of attacks; his injuries grew, and his movements slowed.
Growing more confident, Beelzebub grinned, lunging forward to hack the warlord to the ground.
Beelzebub quickly stepped over, pinning the warlord down.
Drawing a dagger laced with paralyzing poison, he stabbed it into the orc's shoulder.
With the fall of their high-ranking warlord, all the will to fight drained from the remaining orcs.
The majority collapsed, fleeing in all directions.
The elite cavalry pursued fiercely.
The Bay soldiers also chased them down.
The prepared adventurers had already rushed ahead, setting layer upon layer of traps.
Leaving only what seemed to be a safe escape route—a corridor of death!
Apart from a few thousand scattered orcs, the rest perished here.
Cleaning up the bodies and securing the battlefield took the better part of a day.
The Bay soldiers expertly burned the orc corpses.
Thick, rolling smoke turned the sky above gray.
Carlos looked at Beelzebub as he strode over and bluntly asked:
"Are you from Bay Territory? Truly impressive!"
Beelzebub detected the undertone in his voice, glanced at Yaya who had taken off again, and returned a calm smile:
"We are soldiers of Bay Territory. You all must be from the Empire's Eighth Legion? Indeed, you are heroic and imposing!"
The heavy infantry returned their massive poleblades to the carts, resting in place while drinking bottles of nutrient solution.
Seeing their sweat-soaked state, a gleam of admiration flashed in Carlos' eyes. He exchanged a knowing look with his adjutant, having a quick, silent conversation with just their eyes.
"They're barbarian soldiers!"
"And they actually follow orders?"
"Their weapons and gear are impressive!"
"How do they get those barbarians to obey?"
"Can we do the same?"
"Don't even think about it—it's surely Bay Territory's secret!"
"Should we ask their objective?"
"No need. We have to move north quickly!"
"What a pity..."
Conversation over, Carlos looked at the powerful Beelzebub and couldn't help but ask:
"I can see you're incredibly strong. Would you be willing to join our Eighth Legion?"
"If you come, we can provide the resources needed for you to reach extraordinary rank!"
Riding over, Matthew heard Carlos' words and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth—the offer sounded oddly familiar.
"I see you're a brave warrior. Would you join us on the mountain?"
Well!
They were even trying to poach from me now!