Crockta got up. His whole body ached from the collision. Calmahart’s insides were probably a mess right now due to Crockta crashing into him at full speed. Crockta looked down at the chieftain who was as still as death.1

Once the thick cloud of dust settled around him, Crockta realized that everyone’s eyes were on him. All of the orcs and dark elves on the battlefield were shocked by Crockta’s sudden appearance.0

Crockta went into battle mode and raised his greatsword before the orcs could realize what was happening and charged.0

The orcs quickly came to their senses and tried to intervene, but Crockta’s greatsword didn’t hold back. The Ogre Slayer plunged at Calmahart’s head.0

“Ahhh!”0

“Chieftain!”0

The cheers of dark elves and the screams of orcs jumbled together in a cacophonous outcry.0

Crockta furrowed his brows and then chuckled. Calmahart was indeed a monster. He had blocked the attack by grabbing the greatsword with his bare hands. Crockta glared at him and mustered a smile. The chieftain’s eyes were a vivid crimson.0

Calmahart smiled back at Crockta; he didn’t mind the blood running down his lips and sat up.0

Crockta tried to retrieve his greatsword, but it refused to budge...0