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What did the birth of a dragon slayer on the battlefield mean?

One only had to look at the wildly excited Orcs roaring without pause to know.

It meant an almost limitless surge of morale, making soldiers who had been fleeing in panic stop in their tracks and think, We can win.

Some even began to believe Thrall had received the blessing of Gruumsh, the Orc god, or Talos, the god of storms.

Otherwise, how could a warrior possibly unleash such a world-shaking storm, one so severe that even mighty dragons could not continue flying and fighting in it?

At that moment, Thrall stood atop the dragon's corpse, letting the fury and torrential rain lash against him. He looked like a god of war descended upon the world, radiating an indescribable dominance, as though everything existed solely to highlight his power.

Admiration!

Reverence!

Worship!

Thousands upon thousands of Orcs cried out "Dragon Slayer" like madmen, as if venting all the frustration and rage of having been hunted by dragon riders and aerial gunboats.

The other Monsters also gathered upon seeing this, gradually recovering from the chaos and regaining some degree of organization and combat strength.

Obould Many-Arrows, in particular, showed no restraint. In the name of the dragon-slaying Champion and tribal leader, he absorbed several Orc and Half-Orc tribes whose chieftains had died. His gaze toward Thrall was filled with wild delight and undisguised ambition.

Because he knew that, after this battle, whether they won or lost, this unimaginably powerful young Orc warrior would become a legend. His name alone would make countless tribes bow their heads in submission.

And all Obould Many-Arrows needed to do was make proper use of that fact. Establishing an Orc kingdom of his own would be within reach.

At that moment, Obould Many-Arrows's mind