The Cyclops dragged Grot away, and some blood clans were dispatched to clean up the northern warriors in the valley while the remaining blood clans prepared to cast spells.
At night, Morgen descended into the valley and took direct control of the battlefield.
The order of "Yes, ancestor" swiftly reached the battlefield.
The one-eyed giants who were still battling with the Northern Warriors ceased their attacks and turned to hunt down Grot in the mountains and forests.
The northern warriors were powerless against the Cyclops and could only let the blood clan take over the battle.
Corso had been dealt a massive wound by Grot from chest to abdomen, but thanks to the blood of the ancient giant, the wound was not fatal and even slowly began to scab and heal.
Corso, filled with rage, raised his severed mace and charged at Grot, determined to crush his head with it.
As a blood clan, Amy's abilities were greatly enhanced in the dark, and his profession as shadow high priest further boosted his strength in the shadows.
Despite these advantages, he found himself overwhelmed by the powerful and heinous Grot, who had activated his bloodline.
Just as Amy managed to react, Grot appeared behind him, wielding a radiant giant sword that cleaved through the air like the Creator dividing chaos. The long sword sliced through Amy, and a sense of impending death washed over him.
Just as joy flashed across Grot's face, a massive mace struck him from the side. Caught off guard, Grot was sent flying dozens of meters backward by the weapon, which was several times heavier than him.
In mid-air, Grot endured the excruciating pain and roared. He swung his giant sword, hurling it like a spear toward Amy.
Amy, still reeling from the previous attack, was struck directly by the giant sword. His body was sent flying several meters away, crashing into a burning tree and coughing up blood.
Seven ribs were broken, and his body was wracked with agony. If Amy had not become a blood clan, his original human body would have succumbed to death.
Groter, a mighty northern warrior, had fallen into a trap. Despite facing the siege of the blood clan and the Cyclops, he fought valiantly.
From slaying a man in the sky and forcing the magic bat to disperse, to leaping down and severing Corso's massive mace, leaving him severely injured, to single-handedly hunting down the level 15 Amy after activating his bloodline and nearly killing him, Grot's strength was beyond doubt.
His actions were not simply impressive; they were worthy of his glorious title as the head of the three warriors.
If only the blood clan or the Cyclops had appeared that day, they would have struggled to defeat this level beta plus northern warrior. Victory would have been uncertain.
Morgen took a deep breath and made a quick decision: "Corso, limit Grot's movements and suppress the fireballs."
He was ruthless and determined. He had paid a great price that day, and he was resolved to win. Failure would render his previous efforts meaningless.
More importantly, if Grot escaped, Amy's identity would be revealed, potentially forcing the Scarlet Mage Tower to abandon him. This was a consequence he could not accept.
Hence, Grot had to be eliminated, no matter the cost.
Corso, despite his partially healed wound, charged toward Grot upon receiving the order. Simultaneously, the remaining dozen Cyclops followed their chieftain, causing the earth to tremble.
Grot quickly recovered from his injuries, thanks to the potent force within his blood. Seeing more than a dozen towering Cyclops rushing toward him, his determination remained unwavering.
Wielding no weapon, Grot let out a fierce roar and charged head-on against the colossal Cyclops.
Northern warriors, fearless and undaunted!
"Fireball suppression, indiscriminate attack!!"
Morgen's tone was unshakeable and resolute. This was a life-or-death battle between enemies, with only survival or annihilation as outcomes.
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The Cyclops's skin possessed a high resistance to magic, unlike the Northland Warriors, who had never been known for their magical resilience.
They could fight skillfully, but magic did not diminish their vulnerability.
The remaining 182 blood clans, now organized into a cohesive team, heedlessly unleashed Morgen's symbol - the small fireball - upon Grot.
For a level beta plus warrior, a small fireball was akin to a tickle.
However, in the hands of nearly 200 blood clans, thousands of small fireballs were launched every second, creating a veritable fireball Gatling gun.
The air temperature soared by dozens of degrees in an instant.
The scene resembled a volcanic eruption, with flames several meters high engulfing the surroundings.
Even the highly resistant Cyclops were severely traumatized under this indiscriminate assault.
In a flash, the ground was consumed by a towering inferno.
Grot found himself trapped after landing a punch on Corso's chest. He had not anticipated the other party's drastic response, and the Cyclops showed no signs of attacking him!
Fury surged within him. He resolved to slay this Cyclops!!
No creature dared to approach a northern warrior so brazenly, not even a dragon could escape unscathed.
As he prepared to counterattack, countless fireballs rained down upon him.
Normally, Grot's swift movements would have allowed him to evade the fireballs.
However, Corso's restraint and the scorching heat of the fireballs, akin to a blazing inferno, enveloped the area, rendering escape impossible.
"Disperse the other Cyclops."
Morgen's voice betrayed a hint of uncontrollable anger.
Every Cyclops was a precious asset, not only for their combat effectiveness but also for their irreplaceable production capabilities.
Not only had Grot killed the magic bat and several blood clans, but he had also claimed the life of one of the Cyclops, causing Morgen significant losses.
Grot was engulfed by the fireballs after being restricted by Corso's relentless assault.
Even Corso, despite his larger size, suffered from the intense heat, which proved unbearable for Grot, who lacked high resistance.
Grot was trapped in Corso's arms, his left hand immobilized and only his right hand capable of movement. He desperately punched Corso's chest, but the latter's thick armor gradually gave way under the relentless barrage.
Despite the excruciating pain he endured, Corso stubbornly refused to release his grip. The powerful warrior skillfully countered Grot's attacks, leaving him at the mercy of the one-eyed giant's brute strength and willpower.
Corso's massive fists pounded relentlessly against Grot's body, while the latter's punches, though powerful, failed to subdue his opponent.
The battle between the two was brutal and relentless, set against a backdrop of towering flames.
Meanwhile, the blood clans, fueled by the blood of magic they had consumed before the battle, unleashed a continuous barrage of fireballs, oblivious to the concerns of magic depletion under the cover of darkness.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, a minute passed, and Corso trapped Grot at the epicenter of the inferno. The rocks on the ground began to melt, transforming into fiery magma.
Amidst the flames, Corso and Grot exhibited astonishing vitality. Corso's fury at the loss of his clan fueled his determination, driving him to ignore the severe pain engulfing his body.
He was consumed by a single desire: to kill this accursed human warrior!!
As a northern warrior, Grot possessed an unyielding and fearless soul, forged through countless battles. His tenacious will refused to retreat or surrender.
Corso's black armor had turned incandescent under the intense heat, nearing its melting point. Even Corso's gray-white, wrinkled skin, known for its exceptional magic resistance, succumbed to the scorching heat.
Outsiders could scarcely fathom the agony of being enveloped in thousands of degrees of intense heat.
"Roar~~~"
Corso let out a guttural roar, but he could sense that the human warrior trapped within his grasp still possessed unwavering fighting spirit.
The ferocity in his bloodline ignited by the intense pain, Corso's massive, single eye clenched shut as he tightened his grip on the human, relying solely on subconscious movements.
Grot's vision was consumed by a blinding redness. Every breath he took burned his lungs and throat, yet the injuries were quickly healed by the power coursing through his blood.
But the damned Cyclops behind him refused to let go. No matter how forcefully he attacked, the other party seemed impervious to pain.
He had ceased his assault twenty seconds ago, believing that the Cyclops's armor had turned red-hot.
Death was his inevitable fate.
Grot remained undaunted. He believed that victory would ultimately be his once the Cyclops behind him succumbed to death.
Three minutes later.
Corso's armor had completely melted, transforming into molten iron that bubbled incessantly.
Corso's resolve wavered at this point, as he could no longer withstand the excruciating pain.
Every cell and inch of his skin sent signals of intense agony to his brain, overwhelming its capacity to process such overwhelming pain.
Corso felt his life force rapidly fading.
He was dying.
As this realization dawned upon him, memories from his past flooded his mind.
He recalled his childhood in the Thunder Tribe, where he grew up hunting and honing his skills.
As he matured into adulthood, he awakened his wisdom.
However, in the battle for the position of chieftain, he was defeated by his brother, who had also awakened his abilities. Unable to bear the humiliation, he left his tribe and wandered aimlessly.
Haunted by hunger and uncertainty,
Corso still vividly remembered the emotions that consumed him during that tumultuous period.
But everything changed when he stumbled upon the City of Dawn.
Though he was initially defeated by the blood clan, he unexpectedly found a home and a sense of belonging within the city's walls.
Here, there was no bloodshed, no fear of deadly encounters with poisonous swamp monsters, no daily struggle for sustenance, and no fear of starvation.
The people of the City of Dawn revered and worshipped them, granting them a sense of safety and happiness that he had never experienced before.
Now, it was time for him to repay his debt to the City of Dawn.