"Ice storm."
These words ca from the depths of his blood, as if naturally.
Imdiately, Dravus' attack swooped down on Zarthan, who had no way of avoiding it because the ice cubes were so nurous and, above all, so fast.
Zarthan's armor protected him from the first icicles, but the first dozen or so crashed into his armor and it shattered completely, much to Zarthan's despair.
He felt the cold seep into every fiber of his being as the remaining icicles pierced his flesh.
The shock left him breathless, and his unshakeable confidence crumbled under the weight of humiliation.
Each impact was a lesson in pain, a brutal affirmation that, for the first ti, he was powerless.
He fell to his knees, his armor in shreds, his purple blood dripping onto the partly frozen ground. His hands trembled as he tried desperately to get to his feet.
But his body no longer responded.
"No...I can't die here, not now." he murmured as despair overca him.
Dravus walked slowly towards Zarthan, each step shaking the ground.
The icy aura surrounding him seed to intensify, making the air almost unbreathable.
Zarthan, still on the ground, tried to get up, but his legs refused to move.
"You spoke of taking my life, Zarthan..." said Dravus, his voice filled with icy calm.
"Now let's see who will take whose life."
His eyes, now gleaming with an unearthly glow, stared at Zarthan with cold determination.
He was no longer the tired, broken Dravak of earlier.
He had beco sothing else, a titan rising from the ashes of his defeat.
Zarthan, suffocating, raised his head to face his torntor's gaze.
His throat tightened as a buried mory surfaced in his mind: a promise he had made to his father, and tribal chief.
To surpass him, to beco the best genius among all the surrounding tribes, and finally...to beco a Dravak with an awakened bloodline.
And now, that promise was crumbling before his eyes.
"You can't..." he stamred, despair tinging his words.
"I'm better... I'm stronger!"
But his protests seed ridiculous in the face of Dravus' imposing presence. Dravus raised his hand again, and an icy energy began to swirl around him, taking the form of an imnse crystalline spear.
The light it emitted illuminated Zarthan's face, revealing wide eyes and a fear that devoured his soul.
"You're not stronger," Dravus declared, his voice imbued with implacable gravity.
"You were stronger."
Zarthan suddenly felt weaker as the pain continued to course through his body.
His destiny, once so dazzling, was beginning to tarnish with a shadow called death.
"Please... let live." he murmured at last, his voice barely audible.
Dravus looked at him for a long mont, his expression indecipherable. For a mont, he seed to hesitate.
He was, after all, a genius of his own race, and by killing him, he would definitively break any chance of returning to his people.
"Kill him."
Maxi's voice ca from afar.
Dravus turned and looked at Maxi still lying on the ground.
The latter was so weak he couldn't look at him, but sohow he always seed to know what was going on.
"I'm now in the service of this human being, so now I'm on the side of the humans too," he thought with a slight sadness. Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire
For he knew that if he could return to the Dravaks with his new strength, he could imdiately reclaim his wife and achieve imnse honor and glory.
But that was no longer possible.
As he made his decision, the ice spear behind him imdiately split the air with a deadly hiss.
A deafening roar sounded as the weapon pierced Zarthan's skull.
The Dravak fell straight to the ground.
Silence fell.
Dravus, standing in the midst of the desolation, slowly turned his head towards Maxi. His eyes, shining like two icy stars, rested on him.
"Chief, it's your turn to protect ." he whispered.
Maxi barely had ti to hear these words when, the next mont, he heard a second body fall.
"What happened? His body finally gave out on him?"
"He's not dead, is he?" Maxi imdiately thought with concern.
For Maxi, it was actually possible, since with all the spear blows Dravus had received in his body, it wouldn't be surprising.
And for his part, he still couldn't move a finger.
"What the fuck do I do now?"
............
Back on the battlefield to the south.
Maxi's rcenaries, led by Andrew, and the Dravaks, led by Kaelor, were still clashing.
It had beco a whirlwind of screams, clashing swords and falling bodies.
The Dravaks were still everywhere, but Maxi's rcenaries, though reduced in numbers, were holding their ground.
The fight was becoming more and more complicated, with every rcenary still alive being seriously wounded!
But they were as ferocious as ever!
As if each of them were an indomitable warrior from ancient tis!
Unless we decapitated them or pierced one of their vital organs, they wouldn't fall!
So far, every rcenary killed had cost the lives of countless Dravaks, and thinking about it, Kaelor gritted his teeth in hatred.
He'd never thought he'd lose so many n to just a few dozen humans!
Andrew and Liam, at the front, gave strength to the others, and every blow exchanged against Kaelor showed that they were not yet ready to surrender.
They were fighting the hardest battle, but thanks to their efforts, the saber-toothed tigers were still holding out!
Kaelor, though committed to the human resistance, knew his strength was waning, and the rage that had driven him so far was turning into irrepressible fear.
He had not anticipated such resistance. The rcenaries were proving far more dangerous than he had imagined. Every calculated move, every decision taken by Andrew and his companions, was putting them in a little more difficulty.
But the situation was far from over.
Indeed, the two Dravak regints were approaching dangerously close to the battlefield.
It was only a matter of minutes before they arrived.
"What do we do vice-chief?" asked Ernest, his fingers bleeding from firing arrows.
Andrew parried Kaelor's sword for the umpteenth ti while replying:
"We keep resisting!"
"Vice-chief! Dravak reinforcents are on their way! If we stay here, we'll all really die!" shouted Rodrigo in a loud voice.
He had long since avenged the deaths of Ivan and Wigor, and had personally killed countless Daraks.
These powerful Dravak soldiers could barely last an exchange in his hands.
When he shouted this, he was thinking mainly of being useless to Maxi if they died here, and could no longer protect him.
"With our wounds, how do you expect us to manage to get away!?" shouted Andrew back.
"The vice-chief is right, Rodrigo, we only need a few dozen Dravaks to follow us from the air, and then the reinforcents will catch up with us," intervened Terry.
His face was particularly dark and his eyes filled with hatred.
The Dravaks had killed Lira before his very eyes, without anyone being able to intervene.
"So let's fight these bastards to the bitter end!" shouted Rodrigo, filled with seemingly infinite energy.
His battle cry imdiately intimidated the Dravaks in the vicinity.
"You idiots! It's just an attempt at intimidation! These humans are out of breath now! Now all we have to do is wait for reinforcents, and we can kill these humans once and for all!" shouted Kaelor imdiately in response to invigorate his troops.
But the effect was now negligible, too many Dravaks were dead and the remaining rcenaries seed to be intuitive.
And indeed this was the case, those who remained were all elites now.
With the support of [Nox Limit] and [Awakening of Life], it was really complicated to defeat them without a significant difference in combat power.
But the situation was really bad for the saber-toothed tigers - they were all going to die at this rate.
Suddenly, muffled noises drew the attention of the saber-toothed tigers.
"What the hell are those flying machines?" asked Charles, his eyes dazed as he watched helicopters arriving in the distant sky.
"I don't know, but I didn't think there were machines that could allow humans to fly!"
For indeed, with their exceptional eyesight, they could see the humans on board, as well as the machine guns installed on the sides as soon as the helicopter fighter.
Just like that, they could easily count so thirty of these helicopters!
There were also so twenty transport helicopters!
Kaelor's expression imdiately turned ugly when he saw the human reinforcents.
But he was a wise commander, so imdiately made a wise decision.
"We withdraw imdiately!"
The Dravak soldiers reacted swiftly, and all fled in the direction of their reinforcents.
Kaelor took one last look at the rcenaries, before leaving as well, his face grim.
The helicopter blades beat the air with ferocious intensity, covering the battlefield with their chanical roar.
Through the windows of the troop-carrying helicopters, the soldiers watched an extraordinary spectacle.
Corpses littered the ground in a macabre carpet, turning the faces of many inexperienced soldiers pale.
But the veterans imdiately noticed an inconsistency.
A veteran close to the captain of the second regint, Captain Orvari, also noticed the inconsistency.
"Captain, co and see this!"
Captain Orvari,who was sharpening his broad sword didn't care, and didn't move.
"What is it?"
The soldier knew his captain's temper and explained the situation:
"This battlefield is strange."
"There are less than a hundred human bodies... but Dravaks?"
The veteran seed to hesitate before going on about what he was going to say, because it was far too incredible for it to be true.
"Sergeant?" asked Captain Orvari, feeling strange that his soldier should stop in the middle of his report.
The sergeant looked around a few tis to be sure, then swallowed his saliva with difficulty before saying:
"Dravak corpses number in the thousands, Captain."
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