Ataraxia Abyss
Chapter 32: Double-sided attack

Currently in the valley the southern Orcs were staying, the two Orc tribes were fighting each other. Though it has only been 2 months since they secured Grisha's tomb and only 2 months they learned the Aura technique that Regal had modified so as not to be too strong. But they could all surpass the more orcs of the south.

On the other hand, in the southern tribal palace... Regal stood at the meeting room door. Everyone there pulled out their weapons, but Regal did not move at all, he just ruled while still in place. "For Garmr..."

From his back Regal cast a black shadow. The shadow slowly formed until it made a wolf mouth and pounced on the neck of one of the elders there. As soon as the shadow finished chewing, it broke away from Regal and turned into a wolf.

The black wolf with its mouth that was spitting out mucus from the hot laQadir va melted the throat of the Orc it had pounced on, those who saw the wolf's eyes felt like they were looking at an endless pit of hell,and those who see the paws and fangs of the burning wolf can now know that they are not fire from this world, but the front muscles of the wolf are more like a lion than a wolf.

All the elders were frightened to see the wolf staring at them, so they finally did not realize that Regal had jumped on the table. When their gazes met, Regal swung his sword and decapitated one of the 6 surviving Orcs. They all looked at Regal but the young man saw Gugnar who was looking at him with hatred and pain.

"I hear you're the most powerful warrior of the southern Orcs, right now... Do you want to avenge the animal handler with that big axe?" Hearing Regal's insults, Gugnar released a very strong Aura that could vibrate the air around him.

"Haha~ This will be fun..." Regal smiled as he put up his horses.

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On other side... The two Orc armies were at war with each other. The southern orcs that used to be always superior in open combat are now not struggling against the northern Orcs. Kurdan and his other commanders were able to kill many southern Orcs easily.

Until Vidar, the leader of the southern Orc army now saw no chance of victory. Northern Orcs became much more powerful in applying Aura to their bodies and weapons. Plus the Aura from the southern Orc army that made them unable to take orders because the madness they experienced made them think of nothing but killing their opponents.

Unlike the northern tribes who can take orders and do not move carelessly. Thanks to their Aura, they could surpass the physical southern Orcs and their weaponry was stronger.

Because there was no other choice, Vidar finally decided what was best for them.

"Retreat!!!" Never expected that word to come out of the mouth of a prominent warrior of the southern Orcs. So loud was Vidar's cry, all the northern Orcs could hear him, as well as the southern Orcs that were currently drowning in madness. Eventually the southern Orcs retreated, although there were some of them who refused to retreat, but it could make the retreating Orcs gain extra time...

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Currently in the southern castle... Regal fends off and avoids Gugnar's giant sword whose every slash is capable of damaging walls and floors, but Regal can avoid it all thanks to his Mystic Eye of Fate. Their fight lasted until the palace balcony, Regal stood on the balcony and Gugnar lunged with his giant sword.

Regal who landed perfectly finally smiled. Of course it was a humiliation for Gugnar, it made him even more angry and attacked Regal again, will but Regal again jumped to and fro until finally he kicked Gugnar in the face.

The kick made him throw his weapon, the unfocused Mugnar did not realize Regal was approaching, as he realized it was too late. Regal hit the Orc's right knee to a broken one, Gugnar's shout echoed throughout the valley, he tried to grab Regal but the young man retreated and unknowingly the Orc even further injured his own knee.

Regal who took the giant sword Gugnar, he then lunged and attacked with two swords in his hand, so he finally slashed the shoulder of the Orc until the sword was broken and stuck in his shoulder. Gugnar looked at Regal, but the young man seemed to be without mercy even if Gugnar pleaded with his last breath. And in the end Regal thrust the broken sword of Gugnar into the chest of its owner.

"May you meet your brother..." Regal then punched Gugnar's sword handle until it pierced through his chest. Dying with his own weapon, that was what Gugnar was experiencing at this time, after seeing the corpse of the Orc soaking the palace courtyard with his own blood, from above the sky Garmr leapt and drew closer to his master.

Although Garmr was covered in the blood of the elders he killed, Regal caressed him with a smile. "Good work, now come back." Garmr raised his body temperature to the point of burning the blood stuck to his fur, he then turned into a shadow and jumped back onto Regal's back.

"Now there's only one more job to do..."

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Those who ran from the battlefield were now resting after running for 3 hours incessantly. The exhausted Vidar now sat down and drank the water that had been divided equally so that everyone could drink. But there was an Orc whispering something into the ear of the exhausted Orc.

"What did you say?!" Vidar forgot his tiredness and thirst, he then went to the plateau and looked with a telescope at the path they were about to cross. After taking a moment to drop his telescope, what he saw now broke his fighting spirit.

All of the Orcs who managed to escape were now looking towards the street, even without using a telescope they could see that clearly...

A tree made from the corpses of the Warriors who were in charge of protecting the palace as well as the elders of the southern tribe was now standing upright in the middle of the road they were going to use to escape. And what was above the tree of the corpse, was the corpse of Gugnar who stood upright after his body was planted with several spears, making himself the branch of the tree that stood the highest among the others.

With that all, the southern Orcs began to lose their fighting spirit. From behind the corpse tree, a young man pulled a cart full of dead Warriors from the south. It was Regal, whom he had originally wanted to make the tree bigger but now he saw from a distance that the southern Orcs were hopeless.

He did not feel sorry to see those leading warriors lose their fighting spirit. He instead smiled at the arrogant creatures who thought that their most powerful race was now looking desperate. For Regal, it was a satisfying sight...