The orcs clashed fiercely against the expedition force's shield formation.0

As Hoyt and Crockta led the charge, the formation crumbled pathetically easy under their assault, allowing them to penetrate deep inside.0

Beyond the shields, the soldiers were crushed under their blades like soft tofu as if their tender underbelly was exposed underneath a shell.0

“Is this all you’ve got?”0

“Burnnn!”11

Orc warriors followed, wreaking havoc inside. The swords and spears of the expedition soldiers clashed with the weapons of the orcs. Some killed and some were killed, a cycle of violence repeated. And in the end, the majority of those still standing were the orcs with fierce eyes.0

“I’ll take this side.”0

“I’ll handle the other.”0

Hoyt and Crockta split up.0

Crockta carved through the enemy lines like a drill, wielding the God Slayer with devastating efficiency, slaughtering anyone in his path as he made his way deeper into the enemy’s lines.0

Just as he was about to start a proper and grand mass slaughter, someone charged at him.0

“Crocktaaaaa!”0

“Long time no see!”0

A blade swung at him. Crockta raised his greatsword, blocking a storm of blows. Across the blade, a familiar...0