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As soon as Tannis finished speaking, the sea churned once more. Several elemental creatures, bound by runic shackles, that looked like water elementals but were darker in color and had fin-like ornaments on their shoulders, emerged from the sea. Accompanying them were turtles with huge, hard shells and Naga thugs wielding tridents and slithering like snakes.

"What are these?"

Grom gripped Bloodhowl tightly; he had never seen a Naga before.

"It's the Naga...they're the ones who desecrated the elemental spirits of this island. They want to drag this island into the deep sea to complete their great undertaking..."

Although he had never seen the Naga, Thrall already knew the cause and effect of the matter from his communication with the earth spirits. He clenched his fists, knelt on the ground, and began to ask the air, soil, and water of the island to help him and help him resist these monsters that desecrated the elements!

Beside him, Vol'jin played a traditional troll instrument and sang a desolate and melodious song. As Vol'jin's singing gradually rose, the color of the flames in the camp gradually changed, and shadows appeared and disappeared as the flames rose.

"...This group's blessing..."

Tanis opened her hands, clenched them, and felt the changes in her physical abilities. With the combined support of Thrall and Vol'jin, she could easily feel that her physical abilities had more than doubled!

"Roar!!!"

Infected by the elemental and ancestral power reverberating in the air, Grom Hellscream let out a deafening battle cry. Without hesitation, he raised his battle axe and leaped onto the battlefield!

Inspired by Grom, the warriors of the Warsong Clan also picked up their weapons and charged towards the ocean army that had not yet fully landed. In less than three minutes, the orcs and the ocean army were locked in a fierce battle.

"Hey! You promised I'd bombard you first!"

Tanis stared blankly at the unfolding battle. According to the plan she and Thrall had agreed upon, now was definitely not the time for Grom to charge!

"Sorry... Grom... he was a bit too hot-tempered. Now we have no choice but to solve this problem the orcs do!"

As soon as Thrall finished speaking, he swept out of the camp like a whirlwind. The next moment, Doomhammer appeared on the head of a dragon turtle, smashing the head of this creature, whose bone strength was comparable to iron, into a cup.

Following Thrall's charge, Vol'jin's Darkspear tribe also launched an attack. To Tanys's relief, the Darkspear tribe's headhunters remembered their specialty: throwing spears, which posed a direct threat to the Naga in the most precise and deadly way.

"Wait, Saurfang brothers, why aren't you charging in?"

Tanis suddenly noticed something amiss.

"We are the reserve team."

Brocchia answered in a muffled voice, clearly dissatisfied with not being able to charge into battle.

"...Reserve team?"

"Chief Thrall had considered the possibility that Chief Grom might recklessly lead a charge, so he arranged for us to do it."

"Then why did he rush out himself?"

"...Perhaps...it's been a long time since Warchief Thrall has smashed anything on the head, his hands are itching..."

27. The Final Enemy

Whether she was "itching to fight" or not, the battle had undeniably devolved into a chaotic melee. Faced with this situation, Tannis had no choice but to abandon her plan to use various mechanical creations to mow down the enemy and instead became a sniper.

With the combined aid of technology and internal energy, Tannis achieved an almost 100% hit rate. Every time she pulled the trigger, a large bloody hole would appear in the body of a Naga thug or a dragon turtle, which would then be reduced to a cold corpse by the secondary explosion of the specially made bullet.

The achievements of Grom and Thrall, the two orc chieftains, were also astonishing. As wielders of the legendary weapons Gorehowl and Doomhammer, they unleashed combat power ten or even a hundred times greater than that of ordinary orc warriors. Under the light of the flares, Grom, the chieftain of the Warsong clan, could be seen fighting against more than three Naga thugs, occasionally nipping at the dragon turtles that tried to bite him. Although it was a one-against-four fight, Tanis could tell from the looks of it that Grom was overwhelming the other four.

Thrall's situation was even more bizarre. He was carrying a stolen trident in his left hand and his Doomhammer in his right, chasing a bunch of Naga thugs on the beach. The whirlwinds wrapped around the trident and the flames churning on the Doomhammer clearly showed everyone what would happen if they were hit by these things.

'I'd completely forgotten that Thrall was a gladiator before becoming a shaman...and a seasoned veteran at that...'

As Tennys thought this, she pulled back the bolt, ejecting a spent cartridge. Just as she was aiming again, she saw a faint white line appear on the distant sea through the scope.

"Dry!!!"

Tanis cursed and slammed the alarm without hesitation. The piercing sound swept across the battlefield, bringing the fanatical orc warriors back to their senses.

"What's wrong, Miss Tanis?"

Thrall smashed away a Naga thug's weapon with a single blow, using the power of the wind element to enhance his voice and hearing.

"Great Chieftain Thrall! The tide is coming! If you don't retreat quickly, you'll be swept into the sea!"

"Understood! Grom!!! Clear the way!!!"

Thrall hurled the trident he had stolen with all his might, piercing the chest of a Naga thug. Then, he unleashed a chain of lightning with his Doomhammer, dispelling a sea elemental and causing another Naga thug to collapse and convulse in the sea.

"Understood, Great Chieftain!"

Grom gripped Bloodhowl tightly with both hands, exhaled, and in the next moment, he spun around like a top, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in his wake!

Blade Storm—one of the warrior's strongest combat skills—was even more bloody and deadly when wielded by a legendary orc warrior like Grom using the legendary weapon Gorehowl. In less than half a minute, a path of flesh and blood was torn through.

"Cover! Cover!!"

At Vol'jin's command, the Darkspear tribe's headhunters put down their piercing spears, took out some strange jars and pots, and threw them as far as possible. Puffs of pale green mist rose on the beach, blocking the advance of the Naga mobs and other enemies behind them.

"Open the door! Quick! Drag all the reinforcement equipment up here!!"

The Saurfang brothers forcefully pulled open the camp gates to welcome the returning stormtroopers. The reserve orcs, carrying various materials provided by Tanys and collected by themselves, blocked the entrance. Thrall, disregarding the need for rest, sat cross-legged in the center of the four elemental totems. Rays of light imbued with elemental power emanated from the totems, harmonizing the seemingly chaotic camp fence.

Less than ten minutes after Thrall completed the coordination, the surging tide arrived as expected. The Naga forces rode the waves, roaring, and launched wave after wave of attacks on the fence. But no matter how hard they tried, the haphazardly piled-up fence remained unscathed.

"Elemental spirits!!"

As another wave surged in, Thrall suddenly opened his eyes and let out a roar!

Instantly, the surging tide swept back into the sea at an even faster speed than before, along with a group of Naga troops. Thrall, who had just completed this shamanic spell, was heaving violently, with white foam spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Great Chief! Are you alright?"

Grom quickly helped Thrall up.

"I...I'm just a little overdrawn...The water elementals in the ocean told me that the witch has...arrived..."

Thrall, using Grom's strength, stood up and looked at the sea under the flare. In the distance, a large patch of white foam was visible to the naked eye, clearly indicating that something was rising to the surface.

"The multi-headed monster."

Tanis suddenly spoke.

"what?"

“I have already investigated. Besides herself, the Naga sea witch’s trump card is a multi-headed monster—a monster born at the beginning of the ocean, when the power of water elementals still surged freely across the land, a monster that makes even the men of the sea tremble with fear.”

"Can it be killed?"

Grom flicked Bloodhowl lightly, causing it to howl.

"It will die as long as you cut off its entire head."

"Those who can be killed will fear my Bloodhowl."

While Tennys and Grom were talking, Vol'jin also leaned towards the two of them, looking at the multi-headed monster whose head had already emerged from the sea, and spoke softly.

"According to the records passed down by our Dark Spear tribe, multi-headed monsters often possess incredible magical power, and can freely use the power of water, poison, electricity, and even fire and shadow. In fighting such a thing, numbers are not only meaningless, but may even become a burden."

"Warchief Thrall is temporarily unable to fight, so we will go with you to complete this final battle, Grom."

The Saurfang brothers, carrying their weapons, walked up to Grom. Grom nodded and pushed open the camp gate.

"Count me in too. I... I want to avenge my father. I will use the skull of my enemy to pay tribute to my father."

Vol'jin picked up his strange weapon and followed the three orc warriors.

"If I'm included, I'll feel bad if I don't take action and then we have to divide the spoils later."

Tennys patted her mechanical assistant, and three G1 Coronas began to hover around her, while several drones also took to the air, with various symbols clearly visible on the suspended ammunition.

"Then let us tear apart our tribe's enemies, stain our armor with their blood, and adorn our helmets with their bones..."

Grom raised Bloodhowl high with one hand and took a deep breath.

“Lok'tar Ogar!!”

28. The Death of the Sea Witch

“Buzzing…”

Amidst a piercing buzzing sound, dozens of drones unfurled their wings, spewing bright white flames as they charged toward the multi-headed monster that had taken advantage of the tide to swagger ashore. Grom and Saurfang, dragging their battle axes, followed closely behind the drones, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty ferocity.

However, just as the drones flew over the multi-headed monster and before they could drop their bombs, a series of lightning bolts exploded between them. The drones, struck by the powerful electric shock, lost control and wobbled as they landed around the multi-headed monster.

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

However, although the drones were shot down, not all of their bombs were deactivated. As the bombs were detonated, large amounts of sand and gravel were thrown into the sky, blowing onto Saurfang and the others' faces and mouths with the sea breeze.

"It's the Naga Sea Witch! She's hiding on the back of the multi-headed monster!"

Vol'jin, who had been keeping a close eye on the multi-headed monster's movements, spoke sharply. At the same time, he drew a strangely shaped spear from behind his back and hurled it with force. The spear landed crookedly on the beach a little in front of the multi-headed monster, and strange ripples spread out from it.

"Hiss~~~ You little troll... How dare you!!"

The instant the ripples spread to the multi-headed monster, a sinister voice, like the hiss of a viper, rang out from behind it. A white shadow appeared and disappeared where the voice came from, and the outline of some kind of humanoid creature could be barely made out.

"You witch, I not only dare to disrupt your magic, I also dare to make you bleed..."

Vol'jin's words were filled with boundless hatred. He then drew a strangely shaped spear, cut his finger with a knife, and sprinkled his blood on it. He then exhaled and thrust the spear into the sand in front of him. Afterward, he danced the ancient voodoo dance of the Dark Spear tribe around the spear.

"Roar!!!"

As Vol'jin began to dance, the multi-headed monster let out a deafening roar. It opened its mouth wide and spewed out puffs of greenish-blue mist in the direction of the sea breeze. Without a doubt, this mist was formed from the deadly poison that kills on sight.

"Zzzzz~~"

Amidst the sound of electricity, two oddly shaped robots, with their short legs, rushed into the fog and detonated themselves, sending cotton-ball-like objects flying into the sky, absorbing most of the fog they touched.

"Follow me, Saurfang brothers!!"

Grom's warrior instincts allowed him to seize the moment when the multi-headed monster spewed out its mist. He used his muscular legs to push off the ground, leaping high into the air like a shooting star, and hurled Bloodhowl at one of the multi-headed monster's heads.

At the same time, the Saurfang brothers also moved. Dragging their battle axes, they rushed across the area with the thinnest poison gas, their wrists flicking, and their steel-forged weapons slashed at the multi-headed monster's ribs with a strong wind.

Seeing the three orc warriors suddenly rush in front of her, the Naga sea witch, whose invisibility had not completely dissipated, quickly cast a spell with her fingers. A layer of lightning armor enveloped the hydra, and the hydra opened its mouth wide and spewed out poison, lightning, and frost respectively towards the three warriors!

"Are you ignoring me?"

The moment the multi-headed monster opened its mouth, Tannis's sinister voice reached the Naga Sea Witch's ears. Before the Naga Sea Witch could pinpoint Tannis's location and remove her disguise, the G3 Predator suddenly appeared beside her, baring its fangs!

"Sizzle————————"