dkrc Chapter 201 Battle
Chapter 201 Battle
Chapter 201 Battle
My heart was pounding violently, like a war drum beating in my chest. Every breath was filled with a thick, pungent smell of blood, so thick it felt like it would drown me.
The ground was littered with corpses of all sizes lying haphazardly. The once soft yellow sand was now soaked in blood, sticky and turning into a dark red mud.
Kate was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the few remaining opponents not far away. Even as blood mixed with sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes, he didn't blink and dared not relax for a moment.
He could no longer remember how he had impulsively rushed into this hellish battlefield.
At that moment, all he knew was that he had survived and was not far from success.
Although his adventurous life hadn't made him a true strongman, his ability to seize opportunities and avoid danger and protect himself had become ingrained instincts.
Those truly powerful individuals, precisely because of their caution and distrust of the Red Dragon, did not meet their end, which gave him an opportunity.
He cautiously moved along the edge of the battlefield, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to hold out until the end.
Four enemies remain. If he can eliminate them, and if the Red Dragon keeps his promise, his life will be complete—
The tall, burly orc carried a giant axe the size of a wheel on his shoulder, panting heavily like a weary ox.
Hailing from the Roaring Wilderness of the far north, he didn't care much about those glittering gold coins. All he wanted was to fight, hone himself through constant battles, until he was strong enough to return to the tribe, cut off the head of the former chief, and become the new chief.
As the dragon's deep roar echoed throughout the arena, the towering orc immediately let out a wild battle cry. His weary body surged with renewed power as his rage ignited, and he swept forward like a whirlwind.
The other survivors, who had intended to take a break, were involuntarily compelled to act by the aura he exuded.
They clearly didn't want to confront this reckless yet powerful guy head-on, and scattered in all directions.
Besides Kate and the orc, among the remaining three survivors was a jackal the size of a small elephant, shrouded in black smoke.
As Thor's territory continued to expand and he waged wars against other lands, the creatures that initially followed him also gained considerable strength through countless battles and his rewards.
Thor found himself vaguely familiar with this gnoll with its rusty, dark red fur; its name seemed to be Bloodclaw Morak.
It seems to be the survivor of the original chaotic battle it organized. With just that one battle, it completely unified many of Thor's gnoll clans, and thus gained the favor of the gnoll king Yenogu. Its strength, speed, and size were greatly enhanced, and it also gained some special abilities.
For example, after killing a humanoid creature, feeding it to a regular hyena will eventually transform it into a new gnoll-man.
This is exactly the same as when the Yenogu ravaged the Prime Material Plane, and ordinary hyenas ate the corpses of the creatures they killed, thus becoming the original gnolls.
For this reason, gnolls with this ability are also known as Yenogu's fangs.
The huge, bloodthirsty hyena's eyes gleamed with cunning. Taking advantage of its speed from its four paws, it had deliberately conserved its energy in the previous battle, and was now in its best condition.
Facing the charging orc, it leaped away, its nimble, elephant-like body darting behind a small giant who was a full three meters tall.
It was a cave troll with a thick body, extremely long arms, and relatively short legs.
Its skin is dark brown with a rock-like texture. It has a few sparse hairs on its head and back, a flat nose on its flat head, a pair of deep-set small eyes, and a mouth that splits to the roots of its ears, revealing a mouthful of rotten, foul-smelling teeth.
If other creatures rely on either raw strength or alertness to emerge victorious from previous battles, then it relies solely on its regenerative abilities.
Ordinary physical attacks would theoretically be unable to kill this creature.
When one is well-fed, whether one's heart is pierced, head is chopped off, bones are broken, or one is cleaved in two—
It can heal quickly in both halves.
Even if 99% of its body tissue is destroyed, as long as a little finger is left, it can grow back little by little.
If it weren't for the existence of souls in this world, which limits the troll's regenerative abilities to the flesh to which the soul is attached, it could practically multiply like a potato.
In this land littered with corpses, the trolls have no shortage of food and can fully utilize their regenerative abilities.
So this seemingly foolish big guy hadn't moved much since the start of the battle. He just sat down on the ground and casually picked up a corpse and chewed it up.
It was too lazy to move, no matter how many cold knives and arrows came from all around. Sometimes, before the weapons that had pierced its body could be pulled out, they were squeezed out by the wriggling flesh and blood.
This was undoubtedly a natural counter to the orc berserker who relied solely on brute force, but Gluck, who charged towards him, showed no fear whatsoever.
Once a warrior's charge begins, it will never stop. For berserkers, momentum trumps everything, and only death can halt their advance.
The green-skinned orc, standing just over two meters tall, charged with a death-defying ferocity toward the small giant who was crouching on the ground but almost as tall as him. With his wheel-sized battle axe dragged at his side, he twisted his body at the last moment and used the momentum to sweep forward.
The axe strike was extremely powerful, cleaving through the bone beneath the skin of the troll's raised arm and causing it to hang limply.
However, in the next instant, the skin and flesh at the wound began to writhe and contract wildly, and the broken bones reconnected, visibly healing each other.
This scene made Gluck's heart sink, but his rage instantly overwhelmed all his fear. He roared to the sky, his eyes bloodshot as he raised his axe and swung it down again.
Another axe struck the troll's chest, creating a huge dent, while the opponent's attack landed on his back, tearing out large bloody gashes.
One was a monster with powerful regenerative abilities, and the other was a madman with endless rage burning in his heart. Neither of them seemed to feel pain or injury, and they instantly became entangled in a fierce battle.
A giant jackal suddenly appeared from the side, watching the bloody battle behind it, and let out a strange howl that sounded like both crying and laughing.
Its green eyes scanned its remaining two opponents: one was a fragile human, and the other was a kobold covered in red scales.
It completely ignored Kate, who seemed to pose no threat, and focused all its attention on the kobold.
Why do these damned kobolds get the most favor when their own race was the first to pledge allegiance to the great dragon lord?
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"Just because of the meager amount of dragon blood in their bodies?" Morak was utterly unconvinced.
It wants to prove to everyone that the jackals are the most loyal beings to the Dragon Lord and the most valuable companions.