Blood Elf Monarch

What the barbarians did at the moment was definitely an excellent strategic maneuver to defeat the orcs. With this, they would be able to deal a decisive blow to the orcs without leaving a sliver of a chance for the latter to retreat or even run away as they were pincered by the former from two directions.

The more than 200 recently arrived barbarians quickly charged towards Tristan and the orc's from the south. They ran wildly, causing the ground to shake while also screaming their lungs out like madmen.

Looking at their current state, Tristan couldn't help but think they were indeed a bunch of madmen. Even so, the sight of hundreds of armored, muscular men still brought a cold chill down his back. He knew that the orcs would suffer greatly by this.

Moments later, the barbarian's ambush force reached the orcs. The clash between the two sides quickly killed dozens of Grunts that were fighting on the right side of the line.

"Got"tha!! Chiwwiilkkk!"

One of the Orc Champions that was fighting on the right lane was screaming as dozens of barbarian fighters, including some of the blue-tattooed warriors, surrounded him. Several different weapons were coming at him, all with the intent to send him to the afterlife.

Tristan could see that the valiant orc didn't scream out of chaos nor panic. None of those emotions. Rather, he screamed out a battle cry, one that was fully suffused with excitement. The orc screamed his lungs off as he swung the battle ax in his hand, as if now was the best moment of his life.

Hence, Tristan could slowly see the right side of the line turning into a scene of massacre, a bloodbath. The Grunts on that side completely fell into a frenzied state while the barbarians were pretty much the same as well.

Seeing this, at first Tristan was glad that he did not join the fray right away. His logical and rational thinking saved him, preventing him from landing in harm's way. But on the other hand, he began to feel the inherent urge that gradually affected his judgement when he saw all the fights and blood across the battlefield.

Initially, Tristan thought that the more death happened from each side, the more he would benefit from as there would be many more corpses he could absorb the Blood Essence from.

However, a thought that suddenly flashed into his mind changed Tristan's decision. He believed that if he still didn't do anything now, then when the orcs lost the battle, Tristan would fall into a dangerous situation.

The thought was enough to make him, who was hesitant, surrender to his urge. So, without wasting any more time, Tristan immediately conducted his move.

He took out the massive claymore out of his storage ring and called upon Borin. He instructed the captain guard to watch his back as the two of them dashed forward, darting toward the right side.

Splaaatt!! Spallatt!!

Very quickly, Tristan joined the right side and began killing any barbarian who jumped inside the line. Borin also did what he was instructed to as he sent every barbarian who tried to attack Tristan from behind on their way to the afterlife.

Most of these barbarian fighters who were armed to the teeth were weaker than the Grunts. Hence, Tristan had absolutely no trouble splitting them apart one by one.

The duo were wreaking havoc through the battlefield, attracting the attention of the orcs and barbarians alike.

Actually, this was Tristan's first time being on a battlefield and participating in it. But somehow, he felt his body naturally move, following the flow of the battle as he cut down every barbarian that stood in his way.

Blood splattered and pained screams scattered all over the battlefield, and of course, still being as careful as possible, Tristan kept his position around the middle of the line while continuing to kill every barbarian nearby.

The reason he chose to hold wasn't just because there were more orcs that could become his shield, but also because the middle part would help him better for casting his skill.

[Blood Extraction]

Clumps of red mist began to form from the corpses strewn around Tristan and they gradually converged towards him before completely absorbed into his arm.

[Received 400 mixed blood cells]

[50 Blood Essences extracted]

[Received 150 mixed blood cells]

[30 Blood Essences extracted]

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While continuing to maintain his act of slashing and cutting down the barbarians, Tristan could see his Blood Essences reserve slowly increase. He was absorbing both the barbarians' and orcs' alike, which greatly increased the speed of his recovery.

And even though he already got a large amount, there were still dozens of them laying on the ground, untouched and waiting for him to take them in.

This was exactly why he was here, the reason he agreed to help the orcs. Every life the orcs, the barbarians, and he took; every blood he drew from their corpses, giving him the highest level of excitement, one that he had never felt before.

Tristan took a second here and there to see the battlefield and realized although he had been a great help, there wasn't much more left of the orcs on the right side. It became worse when he saw the Orc Champion finally being brought down as its body that lay on the ground was pierced by multiple spears.

Tristan then could see the blue-tattooed warriors that just took the Orc Champion's life had finally decided to target him, who ran rampant killing the barbarians all this time.

Seeing the group of strong men charging toward his direction somehow made Tristan hesitate, but at the same time, his confidence was renewed when a notification appeared in his mind.

[Use 500 Blood Essences to regain your second stage strength?]

"YES! Definitely! Hahahaha! Very good timing indeed!" shouted Tristan boisterously.

[Battle Power increased by 50 points]

[Your current battle power is 150]

A deluge of energy arose and flowed through his veins as the long-lost strength came back to his being.

Tristan shouted out loud in excitement as he dashed forward.

"GET OVER HERE!!"

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