The King Falls

Boom! A violent sonic boom erupted as the Myriad Dragon Chants sent the two sixth-tier Orcs flying backward. Roland was also hurled more than ten meters away. Clearly, Roland had come out worse in the exchange, but for a fourth-tier Paladin Captain to clash head-on with two sixth-tiers and survive was already worthy of being called a real man.

"Tch!" Roland tilted his head and snapped his twisted right arm straight without even frowning. Guess what effect Sacrifice had besides letting him risk his life? Didn't it block out most of the pain? On top of all the potions Roland had just chugged...

Heh! Right now, Roland could say the same thing to anyone: a mere fatal wound! Nothing worth mentioning!

Did you think I activated Sacrifice just to play around with you? One of the three of us is dying today, no matter what! Either I die or I die! Either way, I'm doomed today! You two bastards aren't getting off easy! Even if I die, I'll use the Myriad Dragon Chants to poke you full of holes!

With the mentality of a barefoot man unafraid of those wearing shoes, Roland had completely let loose. Trading wounds for wounds, trading wounds for lives—he used such tactics as naturally as breathing. He had learned them without a teacher! Every dirty trick imaginable was thrown at them!

"Heh! You two bastards! Die obediently! It's an honor for you to trade lives with a Great Elector like me! When you get down there and meet your Orc ancestors, you can brag about it! From now on, you'll get the first incense in your ancestral halls! You should be secretly delighted to trade for a Great Elector!" Roland's unrestrained fighting style made the two Orcs miserable. This guy had activated Sacrifice; he plainly