Blood Elf Monarch



Tristan was sure, with the strength of the evolved orcs, the tide of the war has turned in their favor, and this war could be finished as soon as possible. They no longer have any fear that they would lose.

Growl!

Chiwiiikk!

Golug! Golug! Golug!

With that, the war resumed, and the orcs ran through the barbarians' lines, not even caring even though the barbarians have advantage in numbers compared to the Caerleon City guards. Right now, with their newfound strength and the return of their absolute monarch, they were sure their victory was secured.

Splat!

Clank!

Crush!

Tristan watched them at first, but then he decided to fight as well. After all, he has an opportunity to try out his overwhelming strength now. He fought alongside the orcs, who were practically destroying the battlefield in their berserk slaughter.

Splat!

It was an intense fight, with neither side willing to let up. The warriors of Caerleon City dominated the battlefield with their sheer might, slowly but steadily pushing back the losing barbarians.

Then, it was time for the barbarians' leaders to jump into the fray.

Three humans, with overflowing power lying within their bodies, blocked Tristan's way. Of course, they were none other than the Aesir. The three never expected that they have to get directly involved in a war meant to take over a small city like Caerleon.

"So, you are… you are the one known as this planet's blood elf monarch?" Vali has healed the wound he suffered after his fight with Ghral earlier, and now, in his full strength, he was barely restraining his rage towards Tristan.

"Oh, the Aesir, I guess you need all three to fight against me at the same time?" Tristan said with derision in his tone.

That was enough to successfully provoke the Aesir. Vali spat onto the ground and had almost attacked him in rage. Luckily, one of the three could control their rage, and he held Vali's shoulders in an attempt to calm him down.

"Don't lose reason, my brother, he was trying to provoke you. Let us fight him with a cool head."

Tristan could hear the whispers like they were whispering directly to him, and he smiled in condescension. He knows that the three Aesir seems to underestimate his strength, and he couldn't wait to show off the power he had acquired.

"All at once, come to me!" Tristan shouted, as he conjured the highest tier of claymore blade he could create using his [Blood Synthesis] skill. The sword hardened, and now it looked similar to a real high-tier blade made of rare stones. With one look, even fools could see the power brimming within the weapon.

Whoosh!

"I will not let you show off, elf," Vali dashed as quickly as he could, without caring about his friend who tried to keep him calm. He was not alone, however, for the other Aesir had attacked alongside him.

With their magic power, they cast two spells and combined it into one destructive force.

One spell conjured relentless winds, the other conjured raging storms and thunder. When the two spells became one, an inescapable storm was created.

Crackle! Boom!

In response, Tristan raised his blade high up in the air, right towards the skies where the storms were the most intense. As the two Aesir waved their hands, the winds and the storms all went down and struck him.

However, before the combined spell managed to even touch Tristan's body, it was stopped right on its tracks by Tristan's massive blade. As a result, a massive explosion shook the place, turning the 100 meter radius around Tristan into a massive crater.

"Arghhhhh!"

Boom!

Not only barbarians, even the orcs who stood near the chaos were affected by the spell.

Meanwhile, Tristan could feel the skin of his hand heating up, like he was putting his hand directly onto an open fire. Yet, he was still standing. He didn't even get pushed away from his place.

Though he seemed calm, he was shocked that he could resist the ultimate attack from the Aesir, specifically created to destroy everything in their path, just by using the blade he conjured from his own body.

Even he was shocked at the newfound power of the blood elf.

"Tch."

Vali and his allies had to jump away and dodge as they saw their attack was reflected. If they were as much as late by one second, perhaps they too would be swallowed by their own attack.

Meanwhile, the Aesir who were still calm has came up with another way to increase their chances.

"Legacy" he muttered.

As the words left his lips, the magic power within him created massive waves, as if they had exploded. Even his robe had started to wave and stir, like his own power created a storm of energy.

In an instant, the energy storm enveloped the barbarians who were fighting 100 meters around him. Then, a strange sight unfolded in front of their eyes.

At least for Tristan, as it was something he had never seen before.

"Groaaaa!"

As they came in contact with the strange energy, the common barbarian soldiers immediately turned big with unnatural bulging muscles. Their skin, who were once dark or pale, turned into a vivid blue color, a sign their bodies were filled to the brim with cursed power.

Right now, they looked like they were never human in the first place. They looked like creatures from an undiscovered race.

Their power had increased to match as well, as within seconds, they went into a berserker rage.

"A higher power?" Tristan muttered. He didn't know an Aesir could do a similar thing.

Sadly, the power that they hoped would turn the tide in the barbarians' favor only incited the orcs to fight harder. They challenged the barbarians left and right, some even trying to reach the evolved barbarians before their fellow orcs could do so.

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,