Wiping the Orcs, Sacrifice! Sacrifice!

Every Orc at this moment felt the cold shiver down their spines.

The high heat from the flames cast a gloom of their shadows, and they were terrified in their hearts.

Even their war instinct seemed to be suppressed for a moment, but still won in the end, and they charged at Eryke the Third like war-hungry monsters.

Eryke the Third only sneered in response with a shake of his head:

"It seems like you will only understand after you get it the hard way."

Black haze completely surrounded his body.

He raised his hand and extended his fingers to raise the battle axe as he lightly pushed.

The orc's hand was sent away by a margin, its eyes wide in disbelief.

Then it looked on as Eryke the Third raised his other finger and flicked its forehead.

Bang!

The Orc was sent hurtling through the air, crash-landing into a tree and completely breaking it, and landing on another tree before its momentum finally stopped.