The orcs facing Enzo let out furious howls, but along the defensive line of Black Crow Gorge, countless Gallic soldiers erupted in cheers.
A vast number of mages from the Royal Mage Corps had set up thousands of magical water mirrors along the Black Crow Gorge defenses, replaying again and again the scenes of Enzo slaughtering those orc commanders. The Gallic soldiers, who had been hanging their heads in despair beneath the orcs' fierce offensive, were greatly heartened. Their cooling blood boiled once more, and the will and courage to fight returned to them.
The magical water mirrors flashed in unison. Enzo stood midway up the slope, provoking the orcs, while the orcs looked at one another. Only after quite a while did a tiger-man commander, his expression grave, drag a massive battle axe toward Enzo.
But a Rock Titan stepped in front of the tiger-man commander. About five meters tall, his entire body bore granite's distinctive gray-white sheen, while pale-green magical runes could faintly be seen winding beneath his skin. The Rock Titan muttered several words in a deep, muffled voice, raised his head to glance at the three Odin Temple mages floating in midair, then strode toward Enzo.
The tiger-man commander threw back his head and gave an enraged roar, then stood beneath the gentle slope with both hands clasped around his great axe, watching the Rock Titan advance step by step.
The Rock Titan's body was heavy, and every step left a footprint three inches deep in the earth. His stride was slow, but due to his immense size, each step carried him over two meters. His walking speed was comparable to an ordinary person jogging all the way.
The Rock Titan quickly arrived before Enzo. He stopped roughly ten meters away, looked down at Enzo from