"There are more orcs joining the fight!"

"How?! Why would those orcs fight for them?!" A barbarian with a black eyepatch shouted.

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"Jarl Utsu, our lines are trembling!" Another barbarian wearing armor lined with fur hurriedly added.

"That man… no, that elf leading the charge in the middle, he was very strong!"

"Jarl Utsu, Fixen's tribe will not last at this rate. Please, allow me to join the battle!"

Despite his subjects' pleas, the Jarl merely shook his head in silence without offering an explanation, much to their fury.

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The heat of the sun felt scorching against the simple leather armor they wore, and Tristan found himself swiping his brow every so often. He performed his deadly blade song in the middle of the battlefield without fear, captivating his allies and striking horror deep into the hearts of his enemies.

This fight felt so different from his usual battles. In his previous battlefields, he had to aimlessly swing his sword and hope his overwhelming power would compensate, but now, he could feel a flow to his swings, and his body felt light.

Swwiishhh!!

With each swing, one or two enemies screamed in agony, before falling in a shower of blood. Crimson footprints followed his every step.

At this moment, Tristan fought while also learning to cast the [Blood Extraction] skill at the same time. At first, it felt hard to concentrate, but apparently, yet again, Katra helped him to focus better.

Every few swings, he would take a few seconds to cast the extraction skill just like taking a breath from each fight.

[1000…]

[2000…]

[A mix of 2200 low quality blood cells were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cells…]

[400 Blood Essence gained]

Unfortunately, as quick as the process may be, it still took him a few seconds to finish. This sometimes made him defenseless against sneak attacks.

Spllaaatt!!

Right as he finished extracting, he felt a dull pain on his back. Before he could think much about the pain, Tristan quickly grabbed the man's arm, broke it, and cut off his body in half with his massive blade.

He shook his body and dislodged the barbarian's axe from his back. Though the wound looked severe, Tristan did not feel that much pain.

He took a moment to look at his surroundings, watching the barbarians fight against the civilians. Even without his scanner, Tristan could feel the difference between their power.

It took three civilians to fight against one trained barbarian fighter, but it took three barbarians to even stop an orc.

Only the barbarians in blue tattoo could match the orcs but then most of them are busy fighting against the orc champions.

When the 100 plus orcs ran towards the battlefield in unison, the barbarians' defense line quickly crumbled, and the balance of power tipped in Tristan's favor.

Not wanting to miss out on the inevitable slaughter, Tristan once again continued his blade dance, killing even more barbarians.

After cutting his way through, leaving trails of blood and corpses on his way, he saw a man with long, messy hair. He stood atop a huge rock and barked orders towards the barbarian soldiers crowded below him.

Tristan dashed towards the man and swung his blade.

Clannkk!!!

The guy seemed to anticipate his attack, and he blocked Tristan's blade with his own weapon. He smirked at Tristan, a smirk that quickly faded right as Tristan started to outmatch his strength.

"What?! What are you- ?!… no… please…"

Splattt!

The strong barbarian captain easily died under Tristan second move

"Captain Fixen was killed!" A barbarian soldier shouted in fear.

"No! Fuck it, retreat! Retreat!"

Their captain and strongest warrior died in seconds, and with him, the morale of the barbarian army shattered. They turned tail and started to run, but of course, Tristan and his orc warriors refused to let this chance go.

"Chase them!" Tristan ordered.

"Chiwikkll chiwiiklk!!

The orcs screeched and chased them in response.

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Far behind the battlefield, the Jarl still appeared calm, while his two other captains' expressions turned to panic after witnessing their first group of 300 being slaughtered by their enemies and what remained came running towards them in panic and fear.

Right behind them, a crowd of green monsters were laughing as they chased them, clearly having fun.

"My Lord Jarl! Give us permission to attack all at once now!" One of the captains pleaded

Once again, the Jarl shook his head, ignoring the captain and ordered one of his warriors to get out and fight.

The second captain seethed, his expression twisted into pure rage. It was clear, they were losing, and it was time for them to take action. However, the Jarl merely whispered to the guard standing next to him, and the captain was grabbed before other warriors restrained him.

With that another group of 300 warriors charged to the center plains and met up with the orcs.

This time, Tristan asked a thousand civilians to follow in the backline and attack any barbarians who managed to slip past, while the 100 orcs followed him to charge right into the barbarians' group.

Right before they clashed, Tristan focused power on his hands, creating two blazing balls of fire. Without hesitation, he threw both as hard as he could right to the middle of the formation

Kabbooommm!!! Kaboooomm!!

A heat wave spread onto the battlefield before they exploded. The two fireballs killed a dozen barbarians and heavily injured two dozen more. The dead barbarians' blackened corpses were quickly trampled by their enraged and terrified comrades.

Such an attack was not enough to truly disrupt the 300-person charge, but the two explosions were enough to disturb it and stop their momentum. In addition, thanks to the dead barbarians, now there are holes in the shield wall formation.

Karra and the other orcs shouted a battle cry and charged, followed by hundreds of oversized green warriors carrying axes, swords, and other such weapons. They broke the enemy lines without much effort, destroying the morale of the barbarians even more.

Chiiwwwikl!! Chiwwikkk!

The orcs screeched and shouted in glee while slaughtering the enemies.