After Enzo had consecutively slain the elite warriors of their tribes, the several thousand orc troops below abruptly retreated hundreds of meters.
Although the tigerfolk and wolfman commanders shouted harshly, trying to steady their ranks, the ordinary orcs were stunned by Enzo's formidable strength—stunned by the invincible bearing displayed by an ordinary human in the face of "invincible orc warriors." Unable to control themselves, they kept backing away.
The tigerfolk cavalry and wolfman cavalry descended into chaos, while the warriors of the two vassal races, the catfolk and kobolds, also became a disordered mess.
The instant the orc army began to withdraw, it became incomparably chaotic. By the end, it was tangled together like a ball of snarled yarn. The tigerfolk's horned rhinoceros beasts trampled the bodies of dire wolves, the dire wolves gnawed at the horned rhinoceros beasts' hooves, and catfolk and kobolds darted between the mounts. Their already far-from-orderly formation had now become a rolling mass of fur and flesh.
The three Odin Temple shamans in the air descended at the same time. They could no longer spare any attention for Enzo standing on the slope, instead shouting at the orc warriors below. Temple shamans held a sacred, inviolable status in the hearts of the orcs. With the efforts of the three shamans, the muddled minds of these orcs finally cleared a little. Under the direction of their commanders, they retreated while preparing to reform their ranks.
Three sinister, venomous sniper crossbow bolts shot forth, silently soaring a hundred meters into the air before accurately piercing the throats of the three Temple shamans. The shamans' bodies abruptly stiffened. Fist-sized transparent holes appeared in their throats, then the bolts exploded within them, blasting their heads and upper bodies into a rain of blood that scattered down below.
The orc