"Woo!!"
A high wolf howl rang out from the forest. Silver-gray hulking shadows darted through the trees, carrying orcs waving flails and bone axes into the fray.
"Lord Gron, we're here!"
"Surround them!"
"Don't let them escape!"
Only thirteen orcs had entered this time, but every one of them was an elite Frostwolf Rider who had passed the tribe's wolf-riding trials.
The tacit understanding they had cultivated with Frostwolves since childhood had long accustomed them to the jolting ride. They could maintain high mobility while coordinating with their Frostwolves' bites and claw strikes.
It could be said that the orc tribe had become the overlord of the snowfields largely because of these Frostwolf Riders who roamed freely across the plains.
Their arrival was undoubtedly like adding frost to snow for the savage tribe. A shadow fell over the fleeing savages' hearts, and their eyes filled with greater fear.
"Traitors. Every last one of you must die."
The berserk Gron had become extraordinarily irritable and lost his reason, but in return, he had gained terrifying power.
His entire body was crimson as he crouched on the ground like a beast. Mana and baleful energy swirled around him like blood, forming an even larger, violent blood-shadow.
That horrifying presence made Semiya's mind falter for a moment.
Then, with a boom, Gron blasted away the snow. He streaked forward as a bloody shadow and appeared before Semiya in an instant, swinging his crimson fist straight down.
Semiya's eyes narrowed as she dispersed the aura that had shaken her mind.
She did not choose to compete in strength with this beastlike orc. In an instant, her supple waist bent at an unbelievable angle, dodging the fist.
Before Gron could react, Semiya had already slid behind him and stabbed her remaining Bone Blade into his