Alpha Reese and the Queen of Mercedes fought fiercely over the tortoise demon beast that was found dead.
Mercedes is a warrior who uses magic and fights to balance close and mid-range combat. They were fighting in a similar way to the current Alpha Reese.
In contrast to the noble and eagleish attitude, the fighting method was delicate, without gaps, and agile. A very troublesome opponent who weaves short spells and no-casting sorcery, and leads to chanting to release medium-sized sorcery that Alphilees sees as unfavorable. It was a skilled battle method that smelled of the intense battle experience that had taken place up to this point. When the fierce battle arrived, they saw each other's power, and they were stuck watching and repeatedly holding back without showing any gaps.
The battle between the heroes of Gernades and Valsus only increased in intensity. As if they weren't thinking of being removed from each other, they just smashed their swords at each other with all their might. With each bone shrinking, the muscles screaming, and the shock waves slamming silently against each other.
Each of the warriors around them fought desperately, and many of them died in their battles, but they didn't care.
And the battle between Dryan and McMillan. McMillan's dominance was making progress.
That's right!
Nuoooo!
McMillan's body gradually grew enlarged as the battle began. Huge enough to take a blow, and powerful enough to strike. Dryan didn't take long to realize that this was McMillan's trait.
"He's easy to understand." But for the king-- "
"Hmm, I didn't want this kind of trait!"
McMillan's arm was fast and strong as he sidetracked unscrupulously. Dryan took it and shrugged off the impact as he blew it.
"But in the Orc herd, strength is everything!" No matter how clever you are, that's not enough. I'd say this trait deserves to stand at the pinnacle! After all, the more opponents you have, the more power you gain. "
"... that is to say..."
"If you challenge me alone, you're right!" It would be easier for me to show my strength if I had more numbers! "
McMillan's trait is "Broken Army." The more opponents, the more power they exert, a trait that can also be called military use. With that trait, he unleashed his invincible power and reigned as King of Orcs. Because McMillan will be stronger the more he will join the partisans to defeat him. I've never had a revolt.
McMillan barked regretfully.
"If you aim for the siege and annihilation, a small number of people will charge at those who have been able to exert their power." It's not worth the effort to reduce our ranks! Did you guys know about my abilities from the beginning? "
Dryan didn't just get rid of it. He really doesn't know anything, but as a stormtrooper, he's moving this time. That's all Alpha Reese's tactics have gotten into, but we can't know how she managed to do that.
However, the overall understanding of the opponent's story was that this king's opponent was best suited to him. Dryan couldn't stop the edge of his mouth from rising.
McMillan's expression, which blamed him for the act, quickly turned upbeat.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Kuku... no, I'm sorry. You want to bark when you win a battle, but you want to laugh when the measures are taken, I'm so excited. This certainly cannot be stopped. And you might as well have been someone other than me. You're too compatible for me, you."
"What are you talking about!?"
"Once-- once I hunted down old Gora." In a technical battle, the accumulated experience points refer to. After realizing that I could never win a total battle, I staked out a one-shot assassination. But the blow is the problem. I had no idea how to guess. What would you do? "
McMillan shut up to Dryan's sudden question. I don't know what you're talking about, but I know it's a very important question. And if you don't know the answer, you die.
McMillan thought and answered--and flashed as if the light was shining. It's a possibility I've never thought about before. How can I defeat myself? When I realized that it was the key to the next stage, it was already too late.
"I see! I got it..."
“Maybe that's right. Being strong is cruel, isn't it? At that time, for the first time, I doubted Gora's sanity."
Only Dryan's arm suddenly vanished. For a moment, but it was settled.
McMillan's neck slowly slipped and fell as he thought his movements had stopped once. However, there was a smile on his face that seemed to be enlightened, and he did not have any regrets, let alone hate Dryan.
"--That's right, I'm not insane. I can't imagine killing myself all the time."
"That's right. I--I didn't think I could do that. But there must be another way to get stronger. And I think there may be various strengths. I've been thinking about it for decades. Life is short, isn't it?"
"Oh, right--especially our orcs--"
McMillan's neck fell to the ground without spinning words until the end. Dryan's full arm movement was released for a moment. The vacuum blade made by it had dropped McMillan's neck.
A blow that once succeeded in fatally wounding even Gora. It was also a technique that Dryan himself sealed up to the horror.
As Dryan lifted McMillan's head and chanted victory, Gruzard's troops roared in response. Although it had not yet been completely settled, it became clear who had won spiritually.