Blood Elf Monarch



Tristan's lips curled into a cruel smile. The two dragons possess unparalleled strength, and thus, they could be counted on in this fight. There was nothing for him to worry about, so, he left them to wreak havoc on the skies.

He then jumped down from the ship along with the masters who came with him, including Captain Siegfried. All of them were ready to assist in the war.

While all eyes were staring at the two dragons after they managed to withstand the space knights' deadly attack, Tristan headed to the orcs who were fighting in the frontmost line.

"Look, the Monarch has come! Show your respects!" Kara, who realized Tristan's presence from his strength up above, shouted to the other orcs while taking down three barbarians who were trying to tear her apart.

"Golug! Golug! Golug!"

The orcs were bowing in respect despite being in the middle of a war, and everyone else did the same while staring at Tristan's direction. Both orc champion and warchief, all of them paid their respects. The fire in their hearts burned brighter when they saw the brilliance of the Monarch.

As a gift for the warm welcome, Tristan has prepared something big. This would be the weapon that marked his decisive victory against the barbarians once and for all.

While still in the air, he spread both his arms, with his pals facing the orcs lined up at the frontmost line.

[Blood Seal – Augmentation]

His target was to increase the orcs' strength in one fell swoop while he was still in the air. With his former strength, that was impossible, but now, he has a lot of confidence in his power.

[Mass-Augmented targets require 115.000 Blood Essence]

Before jumping and descending down from the airplane, Tristan has made a note of which orcs he would empower with this technique. As a result, all he needed to do was focus the augmentation on the targets he desired.

This was something new, and he had never done any augmentation from this distance before. He has no idea what would happen to his body after doing this. But, he was sure of one thing, he was far more powerful than before, and he had to prove his power to everyone present here.

"Do it."

Bwooosh!

Blood essence poured out from his body in a massive spray, and those below stared at him. It was like his body has exploded, as a continuous stream of thick red mists emerged and spread from his body. It was like a cloud of blood tried to overtake the storms above.

Tristan felt as if time has stopped under the gazes of the thousands fighting below, all focused at the magnificent sight.

[Mass Augmentation in progress]

His body felt weightless and without burdens, not even gravity was able to pull him under in this state. The red mists kept on spreading and becoming thicker, as not even one pore of his body was free of blood mist.

This was no more than a gamble, as he had no idea what would happen to him, and he did not even spare the effects a thought.

Then, the mists started to disperse and form numerous spearheads, before they shot in a terrifying speed towards the targets he had marked before executing the technique.

Zhapp!

Zhapp!

Zhapp!!

Without time to dodge, the warchief and orc champions who had no idea what happened was unable to react at the sudden enhancement. Hundreds of spearheads whizzed through the air at blinding speeds and entered their body, turning into an excruciating pain that enveloped their entire being.

They started to roar and scream without relent.

"Arggghhh!"

Luckily for them, the pain they felt didn't last forever. The Blood Essence from Tristan contained within the spearheads started to flow through their bloodstream, expanding to cover every inch of their hardened bodies. The essence kept on flowing, targeting their fast-beating heart and their brain.

Thump-

The orcs stopped screaming when they felt their hearts were thumping in a strange manner. As moments passed, the beating became faster and faster, like they were trying to run circles throughout the planet.

Thump-

Then, their bodies felt as if it were pushed from within. Muscles and bone swelled, and immediately hardened into something harder than rocks. Their massive, dark green bodies looked even more monstrous now, with their veins lining along the girth of their muscles.

The mass evolution was quite the sight to behold, and it immediately stilled the barbarians' fighting spirits, especially those who were fighting at the front lines. They swallowed in fear and took a few steps back, disquieted by the orcs' strange behavior.

"It was a scary yet beautiful sight," Tristan muttered to himself, before landing right in front of the newly strengthened orcs.

Those who were orc champions have evolved into warchief.

Those who were warchief have evolved into overlord.

The aura of power they exuded could be felt even from afar, causing the enemies to tremble. Not only that, the pressure in the battlefield became more intense. It was a drastic change, enough to strike fear into the fearless barbarians at the front lines.

Tristan smiled in satisfaction. He did not plan this in advance, but the results were perfect. Right after he landed, he was greeted by Ghral, who were still in disbelief upon witnessing what happened to his fellow orcs.

"My chief, your power is truly terrifying," Ghral said and bowed in respect, followed by the orcs who just had their evolution in front of Tristan.

They were more than satisfied with their newfound power. With each movement, they could feel the enhanced power flowing in their veins.

"Thank you, my Chief," even Scarr, the most fierce and monstrous warchief, acknowledged Tristan's strength and kneeled in front of him. Everyone no longer considered Tristan as just the leader of the blood tribe. From then on, Tristan was the blood elf monarch himself.

"Finish them all," Tristan ordered.

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,