A series of fluid actions transitioned seamlessly from the ground to the air, the sharp arrow on the string already emitting a faint magical glow, poised to kill the foolish fox-faced man in an instant.
The Dark Elf showed a sinister smile, never had prey escaped the lock of his sharp arrows.
He liked the feeling when the wind moved, at that moment, following the current in the air, he seemed to have already seen the destiny of the fox-face man, shot through the head, as he prepared to release the fully drawn bowstring.
Suddenly, the sky above the Dark Elf darkened, the daylight obscured, as an immensely vast shadow enveloped the sky, sweeping through with a massive gust, creating a rustling sound as it whisked past the leaves.
The Dark Elf, startled, sharply turned his head to the sky, only to see an enormous claw descending from the sky, covering his view, accompanied by a powerful gale and an oppressive force rushing straight down towards him!
Within a fraction of a second, as his body still soared high, hands drawing the bowstring, before he could react, the massive claw swatted him away like swatting a fly, flinging him backward.
The Dark Elf felt as if a wall had slammed into him, a surging force flooded his body, sending him crashing to the ground like a cannonball, instantly shattering a huge tree, the impact creating a crater as the surrounding soil collapsed inward.
As the dust settled, the Dark Elf lay distorted in the crater, staring blankly at the sky, his limbs twitching involuntarily...
With disdain, Austin descended from the sky, the torrents stirred by his wings whipped up a whirlwind in the forest, the surrounding branches and leaves bowing in surrender in a single direction.
The terrifying dragon presence descended from the sky, sweeping through like tidal waves, as Minotaur and other Dragon Nest Beastmen cheered loudly, their eyes filled with fanaticism.
Meanwhile, under the encirclement of the Dragon Nest Beastmen, the Jackal Wolfman Tribe Beastmen who were fiercely resisting suddenly paused their battle, staring blankly at the blue dragon in the sky.
"Insects, surrender, or die!"
A deep voice echoed through heaven and earth, carrying a visible pressure in the air that seemed to resonate in every corner of space, the immense voice rumbling like thunder in their ears, an unrivaled pressure engulfing the heart of every beastman.
"Long live His Highness Austin!"
The Dragon Nest Beastmen, thoroughly brainwashed, became more fanatical, raising a thunderous cheer.
In contrast, the Jackal Wolfman Tribe Beastmen, already at their lowest point, had completely abandoned their wooden spears, trembling in terror on the ground.
Meanwhile, amidst the Jackal Wolfman Tribe Beastmen who were resisting a moment ago, the Jackal Wolfman Leader Simon looked at his companions who had completely lost their fighting spirit, facing Austin.
With Austin’s appearance, as the Dark Elf was casually swatted away, there was no longer any resistance from the beastmen present,
They were now utterly surrounded by the Dragon Nest Tribe beastmen, their escaped companions mostly captured, leaving them with no escape at all.
The surroundings fell silent.
Simon, pale-faced, took a deep breath, his burly body, with a contorted face gradually calming down, spoke slowly to Austin:
"Blue Dragon, it’s common for warriors from tribes to submit to stronger warriors, and I also know that facing you, I have no chance of winning."
Simon, his beard bristling, veins bulging on his forehead, roared out with almost his last strength,
"But I, Simon of the Blood Claw Tribe... will never yield!"
As the last word fell, the aura within Simon burst forth, his fur rising in the surging atmosphere, his resolute determination reaching its peak.
With unwavering momentum, Simon, veins bulging, leapt up, the giant axe tightly gripped in his hands glowing with a faint white brilliance, as if moonlight filled the sky, carrying an infinitely sharp essence that slashed towards Austin, tearing through space.
The momentum of his axe upward, like a fearless warrior waging against divine demons for freedom!
All the orcs present, even those of the Dragon Nest Tribe, were momentarily awed by the indomitable spirit of the Jackal Wolfman Leader Simon, hearts swelling with endless admiration.
However, amidst hundreds of admiring gazes, when Simon’s battle-axe rose with the tearing air, carrying the spirit as if he could cleave anything in front into halves, rising into the sky,
Suddenly, a blur flashed in the air.
The indistinct blur flitted through the air as inconspicuously as swatting a mosquito.
The next moment, Simon followed the Dark Elf’s fate, like a missile smashed at an angle, crashing through a tree and then slamming to the ground.
As the dust settled, Simon lay limp, sprawled in a sunken pit, limbs trembling,
dejected beyond hope.
Articulated slowly, the ancient and solemn voice sounded like thunder rattling in their brains.
Looking at the massive shadow above, the sky’s sharp-edged, formidable dragon head, the terrifying dragon presence of the blue dragon sweeping over.
Then at the once fierce now despondent Jackal Wolfman Leader Simon lying in despair. Thɪs chapter is updated by Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
On-site, silence pervaded.
A war initiated by the Jackal Wolfman Tribe’s "invasion" ended in their overwhelming defeat.
Initially spotted by the Dragon Nest Tribe’s Ratman scouts, they blundered into Austin’s ambush, systematically struck by layered tactics and the Dragon Nest Beastmen’s army capabilities, easily overwhelming the Jackal Wolfman Tribe.
Furthermore, with the formation of a Centaur cavalry force, the fleeing Jackal Wolfman Tribe Beastmen during the war were not spared from the pursuit, all swept up and captured by the outer Centaur cavalry.
Returning in great victory, Austin had no intention of relaxing.
The routed forces before him were likely just vanguard troops; the main base of the Jackal Wolfman Tribe still lay there, its hidden strength not to be underestimated. Before understanding the actual conditions of the Jackal Wolfman Tribe, Austin wouldn’t relax for a moment.
Confined the captured beastmen in a POW camp, while higher-ranking leaders were brought out for interrogation.
Yet the intelligence Austin received next was rather grim.