Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 903- Orc King Berigard (2)

Decked out in a high grade robe, staff and bone fragments around his locket, he was none other than Berigard, the new king of the orcs.

After evolving to Bloodfang Warchief, the already small physique of his condensed further and now he looked no different from an average human. That is if one overlooked his skin colour and the fact that he possessed sharp fangs that protruded from his mouth.

His ears and eyes also looked a little different and are the only aspects that told others that he was an orc.

 "Spatial Shift" incanting a spell silently, Berigard disappeared from his place, deftly avoiding the attack of his enemies and appearing at a distance. He swung his staff and quickly cast several intermediate tier magic and moved away from his place once again.

Like this, he kept his enemies at bay while simultaneously diverting his attention to conjure another magic. A powerful Amalgamtion of advanced magic that took the form of a gigantic rock golem.

If Simon saw the golem, he would no doubt recognise the spell after all, it was the very same spell he had seen Berigard cast for the very first time he met the orc. At that time, the latter was fighting the Lightning Draconic Serpent using the rock golem.

Had it not been for his intervention, the Lightning Draconic Serpent might have been killed by the orc. From this one could understand how powerful the magic being cast was.

That said, the information was from the past. The current rock golem being conjured was magnitudes apart from the past. Not only was it bigger, mean looking and sturdier, it was made from the amalgamation of multiple advanced magic.

That alone spoke volumes of how powerful the rock golem was going to be. The opponent black ogres must have also realised it as they grit their teeth in frustration.

"That rock golem is giving me a bad omen. Gish-Bor, let's quickly finish this battle"…

"Who do you think you are giving orders to? I already know that dammit"

The latter clenched their weapon. Even among the clan of black ogres, only a handful were capable of reaching the indigo horn which was considered to be a special and powerful rank under the ogre king.

As such, it stands to reason that every single ogre that managed to reach this stage were crucial fighting power of the black ogre clan and the direct subordinates of the ogre king.

 In this battle, the ones fighting against Berigard were none other than Gish-Bor and Gish-Nar.

Sensing the threat the rock golem represented, they quickly joined hands and attacked Berigard together. However, he was very slippery and annoying opponent who knew his weakness and strength well. Dealing with him was not going to be easy.

"How the hell did the orcs become so strong? Weren't they lowly weaklings we could easily trample a few years ago?"

 Gish-Nar complained deflecting a huge column of earth with his own magic.

"It must be because of the dungeon. It must be what strengthened them. Now wonder lord Gil-Garna wants to take the place under his control. Once we capture the dungeon, our black ogre clan shall rule the world"

Gish-Bor answered. His eyes were shining from the prospectus of being able to conquer the dungeon which was filled with treasures and unknown mystery.

"Since it has come to this, let's use that" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Gish-Bor spoke. He didn't wait for an answer and immediately started running. His speed was fast but not enough for Berigard to miss him.

The latter hurriedly tried to move away from his place using the very same technique [Spatial Shift]. One of the bone fragments on his necklace shone and the space around him distorted teleporting his body away.

However, the moment Berigard appeared at a distance, he realised that he had fallen for his enemy's trap. Flaming axe that covered a large area dropped down on him cutting off all of his exit.

Now that he had already used the [Spatial Shift] there was no way he could dodge this. Even if he could cancel the magic with his own, there was still Gish-Bor who was hot on his tail. A single mistake could decide the battle.

"I see, I guess I can't win this without that… [Impenetrable Orc Rampart]" Berigard muttered something under his breath right before the magic and attacks from Gish-Bor.

BOOM… the attacks of two level 600 black ogres at full strength was terrifying. Powerful shockwaves hit the area and everyone and everything that was near the area was blown back several dozen meters in the air.

"That should do it right?"

Gish-Nor looked at the unmoving rock golem. If that thing started moving, then even with him joining hands with Gish-Bor he wasn't condiment that he could take it down. Especially now that their stats have been suppressed.

'That damn formation' Gish-Nor cursed. Gish-Bor beside him was also keeping a close eye on the battlefield. The appearance of the formation was unexpected and had took the three clans by surprise.

Suppressing stats was a nasty move, not to mention there were also other afflictions imposed on them. Even with the three clans' strength, it was impossible to fully contain the orcs any longer.

Gish-Bor's eyes were grim as he glanced at the battlefield. Thankfully, in terms of quality, they had the upper hand.

The opponent only had a single orc above level 600. Whereas, their three clans still had four people who had surpassed level 600. Even if he and Gish-Nar were tied down here, it still left Gish-Bagh and Grom unchecked.

Thanks to them, they can still somehow manage to break even from this tight situation. And as long as they could hold out until their kings won, it would be their victory or so he had thought.

However, when his attention was drawn over towards the area where the three kings and the demon were fighting, his expression along with his hopes and expectations were crushed completely.