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This was the man that they had feared to come. The very man that had crossed swords with Legion a couple of times prior. The very man that was heralded as the king of Deo— the entire world of Deo.

His name alone was enough to boost Nostria’s entire morale even though they knew they were no match for the strength of the orcs. Now, the king that they heralded had made his debut in front of the Legion and the entire tribe of orcs, with a ruined tower and a corpse under his foot.

“You’ve come,” said the dark elf before he stood up and smiled at Lyon.

“So you are him,” said the chieftain of the orcs. “I must say you are as the words around you say.”

“I believe this is the first time that we’ve met, Lyon,” said the dark elf, “I’m the Legion’s leader.”

Lyon didn’t faze upon his revelation. His eyes were looking at the orc that had an ax in his hand. The chief of the orc was the mightiest of them all. I hope that you have something that you mg

“I see, so you want to fight me, is that it?” the chieftain furrowed his brows. “I never thought that we would meet, to be honest. I never knew you have such magnificent steeds. But sadly, for you, you are outnumbered.”

The orcs behind him grinned with their clubs and pike over their shoulders. “Is he really having a death wish? With five people what can they do?”

“Yeah, haha, humans are dumb! Hahaha!”

“Severely outnumbered, this will be an easy one, maybe you shouldn’t lift a finger chief, just let us handle them hahaha!”

The orcs laughed but their chieftain didn’t. He knew what words had surrounded the man in front of him. He was a prodigy born out of nothing with origins unknown. He came out of nowhere, in a small kingdom before raising up to the top of the food chain with corpses and glory in his journey.

Nora still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Harr was not a weakling by any means and Lyon just ended his entire life with a single stomp.

“Emperor, that dark elf is an anti-mana cultivator as well,” commented Kesya from behind with a grin.

“Oh ya?” The dark elf raised his brows. “It seems like you too are an anti-mana cultivator.”

“That’s not all, you’re not the only dark elf on this battlefield,” Kesya grinned her teeth before her hair fluttered.

“What?” The dark elf’s eyes leered down only to see Kesya was already in a crouching position. The wind couldn’t keep up with his movement before her fist sunk against the dark elf’s thin chest.

“Guha!” his cheeks puffed before he spilled blood with his cough. His body immediately flew off with a blast before crashing against the thousand orcs.

“One hit!” Agist immediately exclaimed. “She knocks him off with one hit!”

“Impossible!” Connak exclaimed as he had his pupils shrunk. He immediately darted to his king before he took a cold breath through his nose. (Your Majesty…).

The weary eyes couldn’t blink at all as the eyelids were folded to an extreme extent. His pupils were trembling. The dark elf that she just punched the heart out was the very same elf that restricted their entire movements with his presence alone, yet, she effortlessly took him out.

“Is that all?” Kesya grinned before Lyon walk past her. His eyes were set in stone for the mightiest orc in the field.

Kesya smirked before she noticed Graham and Assid were following right beside him. She cracked her knuckles before she followed them.

“Just like the old days!” Yoji grinned before he laughed.

“Older brother, aren’t you going to join them?” asked Jugen as he held his sister.

“Nah, this is not the part where I should join,” Yoji grinned. “Be blessed young Jugen, this is a sight even immortals hardly see! Also, I’m here to protect both of you. You can chip in a cheap shot with your arrow, though, I doubt that it would do anything.”

“No need to be that honest,” Jugen rolled his eyes before Yoji laughed some more.

The chieftain furrowed his brows before shouting, “Boys!” he lifted up his ax and pointed against the sky. The orcs under his command nodded as they grinned out their tusks. They swung their clubs before placing them over their shoulder.

“No matter how strong they are, they are still a mana user, they are nothing but a toothpick against our clubs and axes!” the chieftain grinned.

Lyon stopped before his three generals stopped as well.

“Heh, I will wipe that stoic face of yours! Charge!” The chieftain swung down and pointed at them before the orcs let out a warcry.

“We outnumbered them! Flesh them out!”

“Yahahahaha!!!”

“Die die die!!”

“Eat my clubs!!”

Lyon looked at the rushing orcs like a wave of an infinite army. A thousand of them, a four of his. The mightiest of them all didn’t move and merely watched his surplus army of brutes rushing forward. Their morales were higher than heaven, but the elves watching from afar still had their bows pointing down.

Lyon loosened his shoulders before his nose slightly rose, then he nodded up.

His hair fluttered from a wisp of wind as he stood alone. The magnitude of the three generals far surpassed the speed of their pupils shrinking. Blood already spilled out, throat punctured and heads turned. Three respective thuds soon followed, with the heat of the battle that was about to lit was coldly shut down.

“Hm?!” The chieftain couldn’t believe his eyes before he felt the sharp gaze of the youth standing with his arms crossed.