indianbanksassociation Chapter 617 Bloodaxe Grom
Chapter 617 Bloodaxe Grom
Lin Tian rotated his wrist, the lingering power of the stars still remaining on his fingertips.
"Clear the area," he said to Xiaobai.
Xiao Bai responded and emerged, its silver-white figure darting through the camp, clearing out the remaining barbarians and fleeing stragglers.
Celia also joined the clearing operation, her whip cracking sharply in the air.
Lin Tian stood still and checked the time on the system panel.
The countdown to the third round of the Battle for Supremacy continues: four hours remaining.
He looked at the experience bar again: Level 74, 99%, just one last bit of experience away from Level 75.
Just a trace.
Lin Tian turned off the control panel, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Behind them, the flames of the Barbarian Alliance camp were still burning, turning half the sky a dark red.
Lin Tian turned around and walked toward his next target.
Celia and Little White followed closely behind.
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He had almost wiped out the barbarian tribes in this wasteland, but there were still some that had escaped from the direction of the beastmen.
He pulled up a map and glanced at it. Three hundred miles north of Juxia City, there was a heavy stronghold of the orcs—not an ordinary tribe, but the logistics hub of the orc regular army.
The orc expeditionary force had three months' worth of food and weapons stored there, and was guarded by an elite thousand-man unit. With the addition of support troops from the rear, the total strength was about six thousand men.
But this was not Lin Tian's main concern.
His focus was on the two scarlet skull markers next to the outpost on the map.
That's the system's identifier for high-threat targets.
Typically, a skull represents a BOSS-level unit.
Two skulls?
Celia noticed the mark too, and for the first time, her expression turned serious.
"Brother Tian, there are high-level units in that stronghold."
It should be a boss around level 80.
"Let's go." Lin Tian quickened his pace. "We're just a little short of reaching level 75 in experience."
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Orc logistics hub.
This place is much bigger than Lin Tian had imagined.
The entire stronghold was built against the mountain, backed by a steep rocky mountain, and in front of it were three progressively higher stockade walls, each five meters high, with spikes and defensive totems covering the top of the walls.
Inside the stronghold were neat barracks, huge granaries, open-air armories, and even a simple altar—a ten-meter-high totem pole stood on the altar, its body carved with intricate runes and its top burning with eerie green flames.
The orc soldiers stationed here are clearly much more elite than the previous tribes.
They wore uniform standard armor, carried weapons made of fine steel, stood upright, and patrolled along strict routes, completely unlike the lax and chaotic manner of the previous tribal warriors.
This is the difference between a regular army and a tribal militia.
Lin Tian's gaze passed over the stockade wall and landed on a huge tent at the deepest part of the stronghold.
That tent was three times larger than the others, and a black flag was planted on top, with a golden wolf head embroidered on it—not an ordinary wolf head, but a wolf head wearing a crown.
Wolf King.
"At least a beastman overseer," Celia's voice echoed through the forest. "Brother Tian, something's not right here. A logistics hub shouldn't have such a high-ranking commander, unless..."
She didn't finish her sentence.
Because the sound of horns rang out from the stronghold.
The deep sound of horns echoed through the night sky, one after another, urgent and powerful.
This is the war horn of the Orcs.
Lin Tian did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, nor did he need to.
The beastmen scouts spotted him five miles away and then relayed the message back to the base through some communication method unknown to Lin Tian.
Now, the entire base is in motion.
The orc archers on the stockade wall drew their bows and nocked their arrows, the arrowheads gleaming coldly in the moonlight;
Heavy armored warriors rushed out of the camp gate and lined up in front of the stockade wall, their shields forming an iron wall.
The shamans gathered around the altar and began chanting ancient incantations, causing the green flames on the totem pole to suddenly surge.
Then, the huge tent was lifted.
A huge figure emerged from the tent.
He was a beastman, but his size far exceeded that of ordinary beastmen—he was nearly three meters tall, with bulging muscles and dark red skin covered with hideous scars.
He was wearing a set of heavy, black armor, with animal bones and metal rivets embedded in the plates, and two ferocious animal heads on the shoulder armor.
In his left hand he carried a huge, round shield with a howling wolf's head engraved on its surface; in his right hand he gripped a double-edged battle axe, the blade of which shimmered with a dark red light, a mark of high-level magic.
His eyes are the most striking feature.
His left eye was a normal amber color, but his right eye was an empty hole, within which burned a ghostly green flame.
That was a trace of some high-level shamanic ritual—exchanging an eye for immense power.
The BOSS's information popped up on Lin Tian's system panel.
Orc Warlord - Bloodaxe Grom
Rating: 82
skill:
Rank Suppression: Deals 20% extra damage to targets of a lower level than yourself, and reduces damage from targets of a lower level than yourself by 20%.
War Frenzy: Increases the attack power of all friendly units within 100 meters by 30% and their movement speed by 15%.
Blood Axe Storm: When health is below 30%, enter a state of rage, increasing attack speed by 100% and gaining 20% life steal.
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Description: One of the three warlords of the Orcish expeditionary force, he single-handedly conquered seven human cities. He sacrificed his right eye to the Orcish shamanic god of war, gaining unstoppable power in return. It is said that no one can survive three blows from his blood-stained axe.
He glanced at the BOSS's attribute panel and then closed it.
It's not because he thinks it's unimportant.
It's not because he felt it was unnecessary to watch.
Lin Tian emerged from the shadows and stepped onto the slope leading to the stronghold.
The orc archers on the stockade wall immediately unleashed a volley of arrows.
Hundreds of arrows rained down from the sky, densely covering the area where Lin Tian was located.
Lin Tian did not dodge.
He didn't even look up.
【Shinra Tensei】.
The repulsive force erupts outward from him.
All the arrows were deflected the moment they came into contact with the repulsive field. Some broke in mid-air, while others bounced back onto the stockade wall. Several unlucky archers were hit by their own arrows and fell off the wall with screams.
Bloodaxe Grom stood deep within the stronghold, his right eye, burning with green flames, fixed intently on Lin Tian.
He felt threatened.
It wasn't the kind of threat you feel when facing an ordinary enemy, but a fear that comes from instinct and is ingrained in your bones.
He fought on the battlefield for thirty years, killing countless enemies and encountering countless powerful figures.