The half-elf was naturally Trism. After the magical fluctuations here woke Solam, Solam immediately had Trism wake everyone else and prepare for battle. This time, when Solam returned from Ocasuan, he had not brought many people with him. At his side were only Loris, the orc Harris, the minotaur Mevren, Violette, the Trism brothers, and Xianna. Scarlett and the dwarves had remained in Ocasuan and Mother of Mists Island.
Scarlett had volunteered to stay behind because she had discovered that Ocasuan could temporarily free her from Beshaba's surveillance. The dwarves had stayed to mine.
Though their numbers seemed a little low, every one of them was elite, not to mention Korgan Bloodaxe and Philip, who had just joined up with Solam. This was by no means a weak force.
Solam had never been one to passively take a beating. Since he had discovered that someone was out to get him, he naturally would not hold back and immediately decided to take the initiative.
Just as Trism blocked the vampire leader's attack, a huge shadow suddenly burst from the darkness, charging at the gathered Slaughter Cult members like a raging bull!
When a hulking man nearly three meters tall and weighing close to three hundred kilograms charged at the enemy at nearly forty-five kilometers per hour, all their defenses amounted to nothing.
The same was true for the Slaughter Cult. Like a row of bowling pins struck head-on, they scattered in every direction with a crash. The massive figure plowed through the Slaughter Cult members who still had no idea what was happening, smashing open a path of flesh and blood. Half the unlucky ones he hit had already breathed their last before they even landed.
But he was far from finished. Clearly unsatisfied with the destructive power of a simple