The First Vampire

Chapter 585: 583 Fight (Thanks to the league master “Not feeling cute at all!”)_1

The first ray of dawn, sharp as a sword, pierced through gaps in the clouds, piercing the undulating mountains.

The howling gale swept out from the Sky Breaking Mountain Range, bringing the scent of blood to the vast area east of the mountains.

Woo——

The resonating sound of the military horn echoed amongst the mountains, and then the earth began to tremble.

Thunderous! Thunderous!

The rising sun firmly spread its light across the land, the line between light and shadow spread westward, until it completely illuminated the entire Sky Breaking Mountain Range.

It also illuminated the black tide that was steadily pouring out from the mountain range.

These were thousands upon thousands of densely packed orc soldiers, holding their axes, donned in leather armor, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, roaring loudly, running wildly out of the mountains like uncaged beasts.

At the foot of the mountain, the human army was already prepared.

At a command, a rain of arrows descended on the orc army like a swarm of locusts.

Unfortunately, the power of this long-distance attack was limited, and with the orcs’ thick skin and brawn, the arrows only caused superficial wounds.

Soon, the initial orc wave collided with the human military formation.

Boom!

Blood splattered and limbs flew.

The scene was brutally intense.

Despite the advancements and brutish power of the orcs penetrating the human formation, strong resistance was put up by the humans.

Although the humans could not match the orcs in individual strength, their superiority in numbers and better equipment helped them fight in an organized way, barely withstanding the first wave of orc assault.

However, the real brutality had just begun.

The continuous stream of orc soldiers spilled out of the mountains, seemingly endless, like tidal waves repeatedly assaulting the human formation at the foot of the mountain, scattering countless droplets of blood.

An exceptionally large orc charged into the human formation, his massive axe cleaving a bloody arc through the air, cutting down seven or eight human soldiers at once.

The gushing blood soaked the orc and further aroused his innate bloodlust. He roared furiously, charging forward. Human soldiers didn’t dare obstruct him and quickly diverted to both sides.

The orc was even more proud, his tattooed skin shimmering with a strange glow doused in fresh blood.

Clearly, this was a Skull-shatterer.

Similar to a human knight, the Skull-shatterer is a unique profession among orcs devoted to the God of Destruction.

They enjoy crushing the skulls of their enemies, believing that this pleases their deity.

Brutality and bloodlust are synonymous with them, but the Skull-shatterers’ power is indeed terrifying.

A single Skull-shatterer could rival two or three knights of the same level.

What’s more, under extreme stimulation, there’s a chance for Skull-shatterers to go berserk.

A berserk Skull-shatterer might take five or six knights of the same level to handle.

But the downside of berserk is that it causes the Skull-shatterer to lose all sense of reason, indifferent towards friend or foe.

So, a berserk Skull-shatterer for the orc army, whether viewed as a gain or a detriment, cannot be clearly stated.

Thump!

After a rampage through the human formation, this Skull-shatterer had finally met his match.

A knight, clad in armor and holding a long spear, had plunged the tip of his spear deep into the flesh of the Skull-shatterer.

The frenzied Skull-shatterer, brandishing his great-axe, cut the spear in half. Regardless of the spearhead embedded in his chest, he roared and charged towards the knight.

The Knight spurred his war horse, swiftly dancing around Skull-shatterer, unwilling to engage in a direct clash.

Despite Skull-shatterer’s enormous size, he exhibited astonishing agility. As the Knight shot past him, he stomped the ground, using his inertia to leverage his half-ton body into the air, cunningly turning in the direction the Knight had retreated to.

Thump!

The Knight’s warhorse crashed straight into the orc Skull-shatterer, letting out a mournful wail.

Skull-shatterer let out a manic laugh, his hands zapped out like lightning, one hand strangling the horse’s neck while the other moved to snatch the Knight. But the Knight evaded skillfully.

With one hand empty, an annoyed Skull-shatterer reached for the war horse’s hind leg. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A wild roar then rose from the ground.

The Knight, having been thrown to the ground, felt a wetness seeping onto him. Looking back, he saw his war horse ripped in two by Skull-shatterer, as a gruesome rain of blood and flesh fell upon him.

Suppressing his alarm, the Knight drew his sword, readying himself for a desperate fight.

Just then, the human bowmen, having regained their formation, immediately began a targeted assault on Skull-shatterer.

Skull-shatterer’s colossal figure couldn’t possibly dodge in time, and in a blink of an eye, he was pierced by over a dozen arrows. He dismissively swatted them all off and yanked out the broken spear stuck in his chest.

Whoosh!

His dark green blood sprayed out, finally managing to elicit a cry of agony from Skull-shatterer.

Seeing this, the Knight seized this fleeting opportunity, lunging forward, his sword entering Skull-shatterer’s ankle like a venomous snake.

An unusual blood flower blossomed.

With a fury-filled roar, Skull-shatterer’s giant axe came crashing down!

Boom!

The ground quaked as debris flew into the air.

However, the Knight had already rolled away skillfully to avoid the blow.

The tides of battle unexpectedly turned, with Skull-shatterer’s injured ankle limiting his movement, he became a live target for the human bowmen. Plus, the Knight would occasionally add to Skull-shatterer’s injuries.

Skull-shatterer let out a wrathful roar, the eerily glowing red tattoos on his skin becoming more eye-stinging.

The Knight, having battled Skull-shatterer previously, was alarmed at this sight and rushed forward, attempting to stop the now berserk Skull-shatterer.

Whoosh—

The giant axe cut a grim arc in the air, aimed right at the Knight.

But this time, the Knight didn’t dodge. His whole body radiated a bright platinum light and with a roar, he accelerated abruptly.

Whoosh!

Thump!

The giant axe still hit the Knight, instantly shattering his steel armor, with flesh flying all around.

At the same time, the Knight had already plunged his longsword into Skull-shatterer’s eye socket, deep into his brain.

Boom!

Skull-shatterer’s massive body finally hit the ground, stirring up a gust of dust.

A group of human soldiers rushed over and found that the Knight, too, had breathed his last.

They respectfully saluted the Knight’s corpse, then picked it up and quickly retreated.

Behind them, even more orcs poured out of the mountains, as if they were never-ending.