Throne of the North.

Chapter 697 The Beastman Emperor (Part 3)
A large pack of werewolves stormed into the newly built settlement amidst the snowstorm from all directions. They were ferocious and powerful, their sharp claws tearing through the orcs' tough, snow-resistant skin. In just a few minutes, the small number of werewolves turned the settlement into chaos.

"Damn it!"

With a roar, the elephant-man charged forward, killing many orcs in its path. A werewolf, unable to dodge in time, was sent flying by the force and fell into the snow, coughing up blood.

The elephant-beastmen are the masters of this settlement; they are so large that they cannot be concealed at all.

One werewolf after another gathered around. They were just as tall and strong, but still had many shortcomings compared to the elephant-men. The werewolf leader grabbed the werewolf lying on the snow. Many of the werewolves' bones were broken, and it was clear that they would not survive.

The werewolf leader angrily threw it away, then howled to the sky. In an instant, all the werewolves charged toward the elephant-man.

Claws tore through the elephant-man's iron-like skin, teeth bit into its flesh and blood, leaving hideous bite marks on its bones. Werewolves always hunt in packs, and the relentless attacks and bites made even the elephant-man's vision increasingly blurry.

"Kill them!"

Outside the settlement, a majestic roar echoed. The red-skinned elephant-man leader was surrounded by guards, and in his hand he held a sword—a white bone sword carved from the tusks of giant elephants. At his command, the elephant-men around him charged madly, attacking the werewolves.

With overwhelming momentum, the werewolves, possessing rich war wisdom, abandoned the elephant-men who were being surrounded and killed upon seeing this scene, and fled in all directions.

They did not flee, but instead kept the elephant-men hanging behind them. Some werewolves transformed into giant wolves and pounced on the elephant-men who charged forward recklessly from both sides.

Yes, even if the individual strength of these elephant-men completely overwhelms the werewolves in every way, and their numbers are considerable, if things continue like this, these elephant-men will still be successfully hunted by this werewolf tribe.

Of the six royal families of the orcs, none of them, except for the Behemoths, became royal families through sheer power.

Werewolves' fighting instincts always make them the ultimate victors.

In the distance, 'Bonebreaker,' which had just received its name, watched the battle ahead with anger and dissatisfaction. It also charged forward, ignoring the other werewolves and focusing its attention on the werewolf leader.

The latter was terrified; how had the other party found it?

After all, in the eyes of other races, werewolves all look pretty much the same.

"Foolish fellow."

"You're way too obvious to me."

Shattered Bones grinned menacingly, the feeling surging through its body was incredibly exhilarating; it was no longer the weak fox-person it once was.

Shattered Bones slammed his fist into the ground. The werewolf leader grinned maliciously and leaped away with uncanny agility. But the next moment, a cold thorn pierced through the snow and pierced the werewolf leader's waist as he jumped into the air. Bright red blood flowed down the icy thorn, and the surrounding werewolves began an even more frenzied attack. They no longer cared about anything else and instead swarmed towards Shattered Bones.

"Kill them!"

Shattered Bones roared loudly, its immense power causing it to swing the giant elephant sword it held. Under the gray-white light, all the werewolves' movements became sluggish, and their jumping became difficult.

Crushing a werewolf under his foot, Broken Bones let out a roar at it, then bellowed:

"Be loyal to me!"

The werewolf's eyes were cold. It opened its blood-red maw to bite at Shattered Bones's large foot, but before it could do so, Shattered Bones' weapon chopped off its head.

A large number of werewolves became corpses, and the strength of the pack collapsed in an instant. The remaining werewolves finally lost all courage that the pack had given them, and curled up on the ground like wild dogs, looking at the red-skinned elephant-man leader in fear.

"I never knew I had become so powerful."

Shattered Bones calmed the energy within his body, recalling his battle with great joy, before turning his gaze towards the werewolves with hostility.

"You bunch of creatures who deserve to be sacrificed! I haven't even provoked you yet, and you dare to invade my tribe."

A moment later, Broken Bones learned the reason.

These werewolves originally urged the surrounding orc tribes to attack the human lands to the south, but the humans were too powerful, and the werewolves' cannon fodder tribes were dwindling. At this time, the werewolves also discovered that the orc tribes under their command were beginning to disappear.

Desperate to use cannon fodder to attack human lands and obtain countless food supplies, the werewolves began searching for the culprit, which led to today's battle.

"Humanity?"

Shattered Bones looked south. How could the northern orcs, who were so close to human civilization, not know how rich human wealth was?

"Great gods need the sacrifice of war and death!"

……

The Great Wall in the North.

Brand calmly governs the fortress, attempting to break through to become a legend. However, the legendary gift shows no sign of appearing. He instinctively senses a barrier between himself and the legendary gift, and he cannot obtain the legendary gift through normal means.

Brand wasn't in a hurry about this, but as Ryan's guardian knight, he was anxious that his power was stagnating and he couldn't perform what a guardian knight should do.

"Recently, the orc attacks have decreased, and their numbers have become very small. Our purge has been effective, and we have even killed most of the werewolf leaders."

"According to Lord Ryan's plan, leave a small number of leaders and let them kill each other."

"We can take a break for a while."

Brunamigis, the fox-furter, handed Brand the fortress report, explaining his understanding. Then, a sharp horn sounded in their ears, signaling a major orcish attack.

Brunnakis was somewhat embarrassed, and Brand looked at him with confusion. What Foxfur said was not just his own guess; many people inside the fortress had the same idea. The orcs' offensive had stalled these days. At first, they could still reach the fortress, but in the past few days, they hadn't even been able to send a volley of arrows through.

"what happened?"

As the two stepped outside, they saw the northern sky filled with raging storm clouds pressing down on the south, with a densely packed orc army forming the boundary between the sky and the earth.

The instinct for battle made many people on the fortress immediately lock onto the crimson elephant-orc in the orc army; its color was simply too dazzling for the Northern Territory.

"The thing Lord Ryan feared has come true. A unified will has emerged among the orcs to the north, and it is the king of the orc army?"

Egil appeared at the edge of the fortress at some point, crouching on the battlements. He felt disgusted by the red-skinned elephant-man.

With this thought in mind, Egil plummeted forward, and the moment he hit the ground, three white wolves appeared, following Egil and the three wolves as they charged towards the tens of thousands of orcs in the north.

He moved with incredible speed, like a ghost, bursting from the human fortress into the orcish ranks. His unique weapon easily reaped the lives of the orcs around him. Many times, he didn't even touch the orcs, yet they were cut in half. This was his newly acquired power, the remnant of the great divinity bestowed upon him by the world of Fenrir, allowing him to merge with the void.

Seeing the human rapidly approaching, Shattered Bones angrily ordered the elephant-men beside him to charge.

"I hate those damn wolves!"

Shattered Bones roared in a low voice, shoved aside the elephant-beastman subordinate who had been blasted back, and raised the giant elephant sword to slash at Egil.

But the next moment, a terrifying power far exceeding its size surged from that tiny human body. The massive, bone-crushing body, weighing tons, flew backward, only to crash down on some hyena-men a dozen meters away.

It struggled to its feet, feeling unbearable pain all over its body. It roared, and blood flowed from its eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

Only then did Broken Bones realize that his bones were broken, his muscles were torn, and blood was seeping out of the gaps in his body like a river.

Death, it felt the fear called death, its eyes blurred as it looked ahead at the hazy human fortress that even the sky could not suppress. No wonder the werewolf was helpless; the humans in the south were too powerful.

No, this is not the time to think about this; it's dying.

The broken bone was filled with fear; it did not want to die, and the task entrusted to it by the great god was not yet complete.

As death drew near, a great aura began to permeate the shattered soul, and the enormous red-skinned elephant-man slowly stood up, floating in mid-air.

Egil raised his head, his expression slightly surprised. Just as he was about to make his move, an invisible force erupted from Broken Bones. In an instant, all the orcs within a hundred meters perished, their flesh and blood shattered, becoming fuel for the burning flames.

Egil was powerless against this force and was forcefully pushed away. He could not see what was happening in front of him. When he came to his senses, he was already a hundred meters away from Shattered Bones. Shattered Bones had awakened and recovered to its original state, and had also mastered even more powerful forces.

"Damn humans!"

"My Lord has given me great divine power, and I will kill you!"

The Broken Bones' language abilities continued to improve, and it mastered a special power: the gray-white storm in the void gathered into pure energy, engulfing Egil.

It couldn't yet precisely control this power; the sheer outpouring of energy was enough to make Egil feel a deadly threat.

Without a word, he tried to escape to the left and right, but locking onto something with divine power is not so simple.

At the critical moment, Brand appeared in the void. The instant the knight's longsword was swung, the wind and snow gathered and transformed into the shape of a giant dragon, roaring.

The knight's combat technique's slashes were merely a smokescreen; the key was the molten spikes thrown out from within, which were part of Surtur's body and contained the primordial power of a god.

Its power was not great, but it was clear that the divine essence of the two great beings, which were incompatible like fire and water, reacted violently when they came together.

The broken bone swayed continuously in mid-air, its divine power becoming unbalanced and out of control.

The great being was enraged, sensing the disrespect and intrusion of another force, and frantically engulfed the physical matter of Nasurtur.

The words of the Frost Dragon Areris are becoming increasingly valuable. A pure clash of power is a turn-based game of attrition, where each side gradually diminishes the other. It's a contest of quantity, and whoever survives to the end is the victor.

In the void, the molten spikes grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared completely. Brand had already brought Aegir back to the Wall fortress in the North.

Broken Bone looked at the southern human fortress with extreme fear in its eyes. It thought that after receiving the favor of the great god, the world would submit to it, and no one in the world would be its opponent. After all, the great god was invincible.

But unexpectedly, the humans before us were also favored by a great being; they were truly a lucky bunch.

"Attack! Attack! Conquer human lands!"

"Eat them all! Eat them all!"

Shattered Bones angrily gave the order, and the orc army surged toward the Northern Wall fortress in dense formation, but Shattered Bones remained motionless, ready to flee at any moment.

It is not powerful enough.

On the northern wall fortress, facing the orcish attack, the soldiers and slaves were already familiar with their duties, and the war proceeded in an orderly manner until, below the fortress, more than 80% of the orcs were mercilessly killed.

……

The Broken Bone stared with bloodshot eyes at the Great Wall fortress in the hazy snow in the south. Anger and fear filled its heart. It had become so powerful that it wanted to compete to become one of the six royal families, but it never expected that it could not defeat these humans.
"There must be something wrong with how I opened it," Broken Bone said to itself. It was an orc blessed by the gods, and the great gods had bestowed their will upon it, making it invincible in this world.

"I need to sacrifice more flesh and blood."

Shattered Bones lamented that all the orc followers it had spent so much time recruiting had vanished in the face of this war, leaving it a lone commander once more, forced to start all over again.

Nearby, several wounded elephant-beastmen approached. Their vitality was frightening; even though they were targeted by giant crossbows, these few had survived.

"We'll be back, you damned humans! I'll eat their brains!"

Broken Bone thought this unwillingly, but it was not discouraged, because it knew that Broken Bone, favored by the will of the gods, would gain more power. Moreover, many orc tribes had come from the north, and they were all about to die. It would become their savior.

The task given to you by the gods is one you can definitely complete.

Looking at the elephant-beastmen around him, and some other beastmen approaching, Broken Bones felt utterly disgusted.

They were too weak! Shattered Bones realized that what he needed was not these cannon fodder, but powerful orc warriors.

Cannon fodder only serves as cannon fodder.

"You, go and capture the human fortress in the south!"

Shattered Bones pointed at a deer-orc among the orcs and roared. The latter looked up blankly, its mouth agape. Its language skills were so poor that it even managed to slip up and curse.

The hungry orcs had an extra meal, while the northern border fortress was spared a large orc army attempting to approach.

"It's a pity we didn't kill that orc leader; he might come back again."

On the fortress, Brand and the others lamented that no one suggested pursuing them. The appearance of divine power was inherently illogical, and they lacked the confidence to confront such a great being.

(End of this chapter)