Reinforcements from Lulong Fortress

"They're here!" Ymir straightened up, raised his greatsword, and said in a muffled voice.

"Fall back!" The Goblin Knight readily retreated, having no intention whatsoever of staying behind to brawl with the Orcs. He looked remarkably willing to yield.

Amid a rustling sound, only Ymir remained on the ground besides the scattered pig hoofprints. The Half-giant from the Northern Territory stood silently in the forest with a three-meter greatsword resting on his shoulder, as motionless as a statue.

"Roar!" The brush suddenly burst apart as a squad of Orcs clad in Iron Armor charged wildly at Ymir. They swung their weapons in a chaotic mess, making Ymir frown. Though he did not know why, he vaguely felt that these Orcs did not seem like the elite Orcs the Kingdom had described.

Fortunately, Caslo was not the one fighting these Orcs. Otherwise, he would definitely have noticed something. As the captain of the Empire's firefighting squad, he had fought regular armies and guerrillas alike, battled Balrogs above and slain Nazgûl below. His experience was incomparably extensive. If he had observed these Orcs, he would have immediately spotted what was wrong.

"Roar!" Ymir bellowed, lifted the greatsword from his shoulder with one hand, and cleaved the first Orc to charge him diagonally from shoulder to waist, armor and all!

"Pfft!" The twitching Orc died with its eyes wide open. The arm still connected to its neck convulsed as though shocked by lightning.

"Die!" Ymir shoved his greatsword forward violently. The immense force sent the charging Orcs flying as if they had slammed into a truck.

"Slash!" A blade gleam like a streak of white silk made their eyes ache. The Orcs flung away suddenly felt a chill at their waists, then watched their upper and lower bodies perform separate free falls.

"Argh!