Orc Emperor (3)

A large pack of Werewolves charged viciously into the newly built settlement amid the wind and snow from all directions. Savage and powerful, their sharp claws tore through the Orcs' tough, frost-resistant skin. Though their numbers were not great, the Werewolves threw the settlement into chaos within mere minutes.

"Damn it!"

With an angry roar, an Elephant Orc charged forward fiercely, killing many Orcs along the way. One Werewolf failed to dodge in time and was sent flying by the tremendous force. It fell into the snow, vomiting blood in great gulps.

The Elephant Orcs were the masters of this settlement. Their towering bodies made them impossible to conceal.

One Werewolf after another gathered around. They were also tall and sturdy, but still far inferior to the Elephant Orcs. The Werewolf leader grabbed the Werewolf lying in the snow. Many of its bones had been shattered, and it was clearly on the verge of death.

The Werewolf leader furiously tossed it aside, then threw back its head and howled. In an instant, every Werewolf charged at the Elephant Orc.

Sharp claws tore open the Elephant Orc's iron-hard skin. Teeth sank into its flesh, leaving savage bite marks on its bones. Werewolves had always hunted with the strength of the pack. Their relentless attacks and bites gradually blurred even the Elephant Orc's vision.

"Kill them!"

A commanding roar came from outside the settlement. The red-skinned Elephant Orc leader stood protected in the middle, holding a sword—a white Bone Sword polished from a giant elephant's tusk. At its command, the Elephant Orcs around it charged madly at the Werewolves.

Their momentum surged like a tide. The Werewolves possessed abundant battlefield wisdom. Seeing this, they all abandoned the Elephant Orc they had been surrounding and retreated in every direction.

They did not flee