The three paladins led a hundred high-level knights unhindered through the city quickly quelling any large-scale resistance they encountered.
The Crusader Aura increased the speed of their warhorses, Blessing of Might strengthened the entire team's attack power, and Devotion Aura increased everyone's armor.
These three powerful buffs caused the Vilebranch Tribe to suffer greatly. They couldn't hit, couldn't catch up, and were completely overwhelmed.
Warlord Retherokk the Berserker three hundred personal guards were a force he had painstakingly assembled amidst the chaos, but a single charge from a small squad shattered them, leaving Retherokk a lone commander once more!
Fortunately, he possessed some strength and wasn't just ordinary cannon fodder, successfully surviving the initial charge, and then his counterattack began.
This was why Galen saw the signal flare; Retherokk was the tough nut to crack.
At this moment, Retherokk was unleashing a devastating attack within the ranks of the high-level knights. With a flurry of his two battle axes, each strike hit a knight, sending them flying from their warhorses.
When Galen arrived, he saw the green-skinned troll hurl a flying axe, knocking two knights away, before catching the returning axe. Behind him was a huge rhino phantom!
The rhino god Akali!
One of the Loa gods of the trolls!
No wonder he's so fierce; he's entered a state of demi-god descent!
Although they could grind down this troll with a war of attrition, Galen clearly didn't want to waste his subordinates' lives and time. Even though they could be resurrected after death, soldiers should face soldiers, and generals should deal with generals. High-level combatants should be dealt with by him.
With a Holy Light Acceleration, Galen and his warhorse charged forward. The high-level knights quickly cleared a path. Galen drew his longsword during the charge, deflecting Retherokk's incoming battle axe in an instant!
"Whoa! What heavy force! No wonder he symbolizes the warrior strength of the rhino god!"
Taking advantage of Retherokk having only one battle axe, Galen used a second-stage acceleration to close the five-meter distance. The warhorse, amplified by Holy Light, leaped forward, and the longsword, avoiding Retherok's blocking axe, struck his shoulder heavily.
The rhino god phantom behind Retherokk flashed red, and Retherokk jumped back, escaping Galen's longsword. The wound was deep enough to see bone, and blood flowed freely. The muscles on his shoulder writhed for a moment, and then the wound closed.
This is possible?
Is this his own self-healing ability, or is it amplified by the power of the gods?
Galen decided to give him another sword strike, to test Retherokk's limits.
What followed was a storm of fierce attacks. Galen, riding his warhorse, was more than three meters tall, giving him a slight advantage over Retherokk's six-and-a-half-meter height.
After some probing, Galen roughly gauged Retherokk's strength. He was originally at most a ninth-tier warrior, slightly stronger than Aludi and Muba. After being amplified by the rhino god, he barely crossed into the Legendary realm, but this strengthening was unstable and could dissipate at any time due to his own exhaustion.
After a few dodges, Retherokk retrieved his other axe, which strengthened him again. So, he's a berserker.
Galen had been probing and hadn't gone all out, which led Retherokk to mistakenly believe that Galen's strength was about the same as his own. It was just that the golden, flashing skills were dazzling, and he had suffered from a lack of combat experience. Now, he felt that he had figured out the paladin's attack patterns, and it was time to counterattack.
The rhino phantom behind him seemed to become clearer, and his muscles bulged. Retherokk felt his whole body filled with power.
After successfully dodging Galen's Crusader Strike, he pushed off with both legs, leaping high into the air, swinging his two arms backward, and forcefully chopping down with both battle axes!
"Die, human!"
Oh? A head-on collision? I like it!
Galen's wings of Holy Light spread out behind him, his whole body shimmering with golden light. He pushed off from the stirrups on the saddle, causing the warhorse's back to sink, and Galen also flew up.
Bang!
Galen and Retherokk passed each other in mid-air!
The bright moon hung in the sky. The knights didn't see the actions after the two passed, but they saw their prince land steadily, while the troll warlord Retherokk fell from the sky, landing face-first in the dirt.
Retherokk lay on the ground, looking down at his body. From his right abdomen to his left chest, a hideous wound tore through his body, even revealing his white ribs and beating heart.
Retherokk's stamina had been somewhat depleted after a round of powerful bursts and serious injuries. He struggled to stand up, but a longsword was pressed against his shoulder.
The aura emanating from the longsword at such close range made his soul tremble. This was abnormal; he was fearless in the face of death and couldn't possibly be afraid!
There's something wrong with this sword!
Trol'karal!
The troll killer!
The butcher's weapon that has drunk its fill of troll blood!
"Trollbane?"
The human common tongue with a strange accent, but Galen understood.
"You have some knowledge, I see. Your strength and courage impress me. State your name, troll!"
"Retherokk ! Retherokk of the Vilebranch Tribe!"
Retherokk ? The name reminded Galen of something. Looking at his green skin, green leather armor, and green mohawk hairstyle, it was him, Commander Retherokk .
"Kill me! Human!"
Galen looked at him, suddenly having some ideas: "I heard you want to become a chief strategist. Isn't it a pity to die like this?" Galen appealed to his emotions, using his ideals to sway his will.
"Neither the Vilebranch Tribe nor Zul'jin of Zul'Aman can give you this opportunity. Look, the Amani Empire has been declining for thousands of years, and your weapons and equipment are still made of stone! How strong can the army of such a declining kingdom be? Even if you become the chief strategist, I can still defeat your army with superior equipment and heavy armor. In the face of absolute strength, all strategies are as fragile as earthenware!" He once again appealed to reason, adding discord.
"Join me! I have a Witherbark Tribe commando under my command. They are fully armed with steel spears, mithril armor, and even space backpacks. If I give you such an army, coupled with your wisdom, wouldn't it be better to overcome more powerful enemies, overcome more obstacles, and gain more satisfaction?"
A three-pronged attack of enticing benefits. If you don't submit and prostrate yourself under my domineering aura, I'll kill you on the spot!
"I am willing to submit! My new master, what is your name!"
"I am Galen, a descendant of the Trollbane family, the favored son of the Holy Light, the legitimate heir to Stromgarde, the Grand Duke of the Eastern Arathi people, the Guardian of Arathor, the Star of the Highlands, the wielder of Trol'karal, the Grand Lord of the Scarlet Crusader Order!"
Galen himself was stunned for a moment. Do I have so many titles now?
(keep glazing yourself bro)