The leader of the gray-clad men deliberately emphasized the word "gift," conveying a condescending sense of charity.
"But now, please... just stand aside and watch!"
Thranduil, who was leading the group, was forced to a stop by the Holy Light Barrier and the remaining disruptive magic. His delicate jawline under his hood tightened instantly, as if covered with a layer of ice!
A surge of intense anger, utterly offended, exploded within her!
As proud as she is, as a hunter of the Elf Royal Court, she carries out the highest will of the Royal Court to hunt down rebels. Why would she need to rely on others?
How could we have ever stooped so low as to accept a "gift" from a secretive, unidentified person?!
"Insolence!" Her cold voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling killing intent and absolute authority.
His natural magic was like a boiling volcano, and his emerald green light surged, forcibly pushing back the surrounding gray-blue necromantic magic and holy light barrier by several feet!
"The actions of the Elven Royal Court are none of your concern, you petty wretch! Get out of my way!"
The two elven messengers behind her were equally enraged. They raised their longbows once more, and the emerald arrows reformed, their cold natural magic locking onto the grey-clad man and the Holy Knight blocking their path!
The smell of gunpowder in the air instantly became extremely strong, enough to ignite an explosion with just a spark!
Amidst this tense standoff between the three parties, Grom, at the core of the necromancy array and completely enveloped in dense gray-blue death energy, suddenly let out a roar that rose in pitch, becoming like the howl of a dying beast, filled with extreme pain and an inhuman savagery!
His aura surged once again amidst the intense conflict and strange fusion of necromantic power and the bloodline of the Beast God!
That chilling pressure, like a heavy boulder, crashed down on everyone's hearts!
However, Grom's changes on the field did not have a significant impact on the outside world.
Above the withered tree canopy, Thranduil Eldrinwald's emerald eyes, hidden beneath his hood, burned with a chilling rage.
The grey-clad man's condescending "gift" was like a poisoned dagger piercing her dignity as a guard of the elven royal court.
She viewed the Holy Light Barrier's obstruction as a blatant provocation!
Without any hesitation, Thranduil moved.
She is not just a ranged archer who can only draw a bow and shoot arrows; as one of the best among the royal guards, she is also a battle-hardened master of close combat!
Her graceful figure transformed into a streak of emerald light that tore through space, no longer making a flanking maneuver, but rushing straight at the gray-clad leader who was blocking her way!
"The will of the Elven Royal Court is not to be blasphemed by you! Die!"
Her movements were incredibly fast, instantly traversing spatial distances.
The ancient-looking longbow in her hand seemed to transform into a slender sword forged from jade.
The edge of the bow swirled with a sharp, green light that seemed to cut through the air. The bowstring was taut as a full moon, and she used it as a close-combat noose, aiming straight for the gray-clad leader's neck!
With his other hand, fingers joined like a knife, he concentrated highly compressed natural magic, aiming straight for the opponent's heart!
This extremely violent close combat perfectly exemplifies the elegance and lethality of elven martial arts, carrying the unquestionable judgment of the royal guards!
The leader of the gray-clad men's electronic eyes flashed red rapidly beneath his hood, clearly not expecting such a violent and direct reaction from the other party.
His gray leather armor instantly glowed with complex magical circuits, attempting to block the deadly bow blade and finger knife.
However, just as Thranduil's attack was about to reach its target...
"Roar! Ro ...
A roar far more painful and inhuman than any of the previous roars, like the wail of a wounded and dying prehistoric beast, suddenly exploded from the core of the necromancy array!
The roar was filled with extreme torment and a kind of utterly depraved savagery!
The source of the sound was Grom Gorehowl, completely enveloped in a dense gray-blue death aura!
With that roar, the necromantic aura surrounding him seemed to be suddenly compressed inward by an invisible giant hand!
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure, several times stronger than Grom's previous peak state, carrying a heavy sense of death and savage aura, suddenly erupted like a tangible tsunami!
boom!
The entire necromancy array trembled violently, and the gray-blue light instantly became so bright as to be blinding!
The tangled emerald green light, the pale white rays, the holy light barrier, and even the aftershocks of the clash between the star and moon and the undead army were all suppressed and dispersed for a moment by this even more powerful new pressure!
Thranduil's deadly strike was abruptly interrupted by this sudden shock to the soul and the massive wave of energy. His figure involuntarily froze in mid-air for a moment, his emerald eyes staring in horror at the center of the magic circle.
The gray-blue death aura receded like the tide, revealing the figure of "Grom" inside.
His massive beastly body remained, but his bronze skin had completely turned into a cold, metallic gray-black, like a hard ore soaked in necromantic power.
The bulging muscles were covered with eerie gray-white bone armor, and even the joints extended with hideous bone spurs.
The once crimson beast eyes were now reduced to two pale green soul flames burning eerily in their deep sockets, devoid of any of Grom's former ferocity and rage.
The energy fluctuations emanating from him clearly indicated that he had firmly reached the pinnacle of the high-level peak, infinitely approaching the legendary level!
The oppressive aura, a mixture of orc royal blood, the favor of the beast god, and the dense aura of the dead, made everyone present feel suffocated.
Tulu's withered face was instantly filled with fanaticism and awe. He held the severed arm bone of the Beast King high, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Welcome... Your Highness! You are finally... whole again!"
However, the "Prince" who possessed Grom's body, the orc prince, ignored Turu's flattery.
His eyes, burning with a ghastly green soul flame, first lowered their heads to scan his powerful newborn body, his large, bony fingers slowly clenching.
"snort……"
A low, hoarse voice, clearly filled with dissatisfaction, came from his mouth, a stark contrast to Grom's roar.
It exudes a sinister, calculating, and cold aura.
"Blessed by the Beast God, tempered by the undead, and empowered by the Beast King's arm bone... yet it still failed to truly break through that barrier? The legendary realm... is indeed no easy task."
This calm, almost ruthless analysis, devoid of any of the orcs' roughness, sent a chill down the spine of the remaining consciousness of the Skullbreaker Guards familiar with Grom.
Immediately, his gaze, burning with a ghastly green soul flame, locked onto Mark's team like a ghostly lamp, landing on Mark himself.
That gaze pierced through the holy light barrier erected by Kyle's squad, as if it were directly looking at the inconspicuous ring on Mark's finger.
“However…” The eldest prince, controlling Grom’s body, slowly revealed a smile that was completely incongruous with his ferocious appearance, carrying a hint of “gentleness” and even “sincerity,” making it appear extremely eerie.
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