Poor Dawn Knights—nearly a thousand of them, each with strength above the Heavenly Rank—were dressed in nothing but close-fitting underwear, carrying huge boulders through their daily training. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that on their own territory, in the land of faith of the Dawn God, upon soil illuminated by the Dawn God's glory, thousands of Pighead men clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp blades would suddenly appear less than ten meters before them!
Ordinary Pighead men would have been one thing. Among the orcs, ordinary Pighead men existed only as cannon fodder.
But Leon's main battle legions had no cannon fodder. These Pighead men had another name within the orc tribes; all other tribes called them "Berserk Blood Pigs." Their bodies carried bloodlines of berserk fury akin to those of barbarians, along with the violent, irascible nature of wild boars. They stood around three meters tall on average, their entire bodies covered in blood-red bristles like steel needles. Powerfully built, fierce, and bloodthirsty, they were several notches stronger in battle than orc warriors of the wolfman and leopardman clans.
Had these blood-soaked Pighead men not been somewhat deficient in intelligence, then with their formidable combat strength and terrifying breeding rate, they might well have become powerful contenders for one of the three great royal clans of the orcs.
What these unlucky Dawn Knights encountered was precisely such a group of crimson Pighead men: clad in heavy armor, holding magical tower shields in their left hands, drenched in blood and scraps of flesh after having just launched a frenzied assault against the enemy's lines. A string of shrill pig squeals rang out as several thousand crimson Pighead men lowered their heads. The tusks in their mouths abruptly shot out to over three feet in length, and