The two Demigod-level knights from the Wizard World both possessed considerable knightly grace.
After this Demigod-level Half-Wolfman volunteered for the task, they stopped arguing.
Eugene's son truly seemed capable, not merely an embroidered pillow.
With a wolf howl thrown toward the heavens, he rode his dire wolf mount and charged howling toward the Demigod-level Bewitching Stone.
There was no exchange of insults before the lines, no ritual of announcing identities.
There was only the most direct slaughter and collision!
Were the Half-Orcs, who had invaded the Bewitching Stone World and its subsidiary planes and inflicted immense destruction and casualties upon the billions of Homeland Beings in those worlds, truly the evil invaders their enemies claimed them to be?
Perhaps they were.
But in the hearts of the Half-Orcs, they had reasons they had no choice but to fight for.
So that their people and descendants could live freely and equally in the Orc World.
At the very least, from the perspective of these Half-Orc warriors, they were the righteous side!
The clash between the two Demigod-level beings swiftly triggered a full-scale engagement between the lower-ranking legions of both sides.
As the attackers, the Half-Orc Legion possessed greater numbers and more high-level combat strength, maintaining a considerable overall advantage.
The hastily assembled allied army of this Micro Plane, on the other hand, had fewer troops, though it held the advantage of terrain.
Moreover, this was merely the first wave of allied forces assembled by this Micro Plane.
As time passed, the strength gathered by this Micro Plane would only grow greater and greater.
Saine and the others had to expand their gains. Otherwise, once this Micro Plane assembled all its strength, the difficulty of conquering it would increase geometrically.
Half-Werewolf Tosk was a valiant Orc warrior. Riding atop his dire wolf