Chapter 4 After the Battle

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  Grom slowly stood up and turned his head towards the group of shivering Swift Wolves behind him.

  "Let the great king know of our beastman's power!" Gromm charged at Swift Wolf King and his wife with his knife.

  That brutal killing intent filled the surrounding environment, and the wolf pack looked at Grom as he rushed over but did nothing.

  Grom leapt up, raised his blade overhead and let out a mighty roar: "For the Horde!"

  "Peng!" A hundred-meter-long crack appeared in the position where Xun Lang Wang was standing just now.

  In an instant, nothing was left but dust. This was the power of a saint's casual strike. The beastmen cheered, it was a cheer for their hero, and also a cheer for those who had survived the disaster.

  Chen Le was also infected with this excited mood, and a strong force surged up in his body.

  "This is the power contributed by the soldiers that Zha Zha Ben was talking about?" Chen Le thought in doubt.

  "Ah, yeah..." Zha Zha's voice emerged in this out-of-place setting.

  "Should I go out and put on a show?" Chen Le thought shamelessly.

  "As long as no one dies, you can pretend all you want." Zha Zha said helplessly.

  Back to the battlefield

  Gromm roared: "These stupid beasts are only good for filling our bellies. Beastmen, kill them."

  Liu Meng shouted loudly: "Ancient ancestors, your descendants need your courage and strength!"

  The Shaman's Bloodlust was so reliable that Li Guang and the others had their eyes glowing red, as if the previous battle hadn't affected them at all.

  Gromm seems to be playing a big one, only to see him holding a long axe horizontally and starting to spin around. The wind begins to howl with Gromm's axe head. Only to see him spinning faster and faster, until finally only a green whirlwind can be seen. This is the legendary Blade Storm! The ultimate skill of the Beast Tribe Sword Saint level strongman.

  Grom is now like a war machine, wherever he goes no wolf can stand up again.

  The phrase "blood and flesh flying everywhere" is the only phrase that can describe the environment at that time. To the point where even later, Liu Meng, the great priest of this empire, still felt nauseous when thinking about it.

  Chen Le watched as Grom slaughtered everything in sight and felt that if he didn't do something soon, he'd lose face.

  Chen Le clenched his fists and charged directly at a lone Swift Wolf.

  Although this swift wolf was pressed by Grom's overwhelming pressure and couldn't breathe, it didn't prevent him from launching an attack on Chen Le.

  At this time, Grom noticed the situation here and rushed over. Unfortunately, the attack had already begun, and Grom was still 200 meters away from Chen Le.

  Claw strike, a very ordinary claw strike, but no matter how ordinary the claw strike is, it's not something that an untrained otaku can withstand. If according to common sense, Chen Le's chest would be pierced by this claw, his heart directly torn apart, and he would die instantly.

  Is the protagonist's halo a joke? Is Grom's contribution of power a joke?

  Chen Le let out a strange howl and swung his relatively small fist directly at Xun Lang's paw.

  "Thud thud." A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking echoed out.

  Just as everyone thought Chen Le was done for, they were shocked to discover that Xun Lang's claws had been broken.

  The swift wolf gazed at this frail human in terror, its limited brain wondering how this human could possess such a strong physique.

  The beastmen were equally puzzled as to why their great king was just a powerless person in the previous moment, and suddenly became a fifth-level warrior.

  That's right, it's fifth-grade, and Chen Le's aura is indeed the aura of a fifth-grade strongman.

  The beastmen cheered, their king grew strong, and so would they.

  They shouted: "Long live our king!"

  Liu Meng then attempted to use a bloodthirsty technique on Chen Le. (In this world, the Shaman's bloodthirsty technique was ineffective against humans.)

  Chen Le suddenly felt that the counter-shock force on his hand had decreased a lot at this moment.

  The beastmen also stared at Chen Le in surprise, Chen Le's eyes were now like theirs, bright red.

  "Is the great king a gift from the beast god? A gift that allows us to rise up?" The beastmen thought involuntarily. For too long, the beastmen had been bullied by humans, with low productivity, and countless ordinary beastmen starving to death every year. And those who worked for humans, although they had a mouthful of food, were only able to do the most exhausting work, earning the lowest wages, and sometimes just for a bowl of thin porridge.

  The battle is still going on. No, it should be said that the massacre is still going on.

  The entire forest was filled with the howling of wolf packs.

  I am YD's dividing line.

  After a while, the beastmen carried one by one swift wolves to the camp. On the way, their faces were all smiling, perhaps because they had meat to eat, perhaps because of Grom's strength, or perhaps because they had a great king and were excited.

  Upon arrival at the camp, the remaining beastmen had already set up more than a dozen simple tents. When Chen Le and his group returned, these diligent beastmen were still chopping down that massive tree that left Chen Le in awe.

  The bonfire rose, and the beastmen made skewers of the swift wolf's meat, then sang the beastmen's song there.

  Chen Le was also deeply moved at this moment. This group of beastmen, who looked extremely terrifying, had nothing to do with their character and appearance. Or it could be said that they were inversely proportional.

  Grom was loudly recounting his own battle history there, and the surrounding orcs were also listening.

  Grom looked around at his fellow orcs, then back at his king and said slowly: "I was once a two-thousand-year-old sword saint. In one battle, I died together with a human holy knight."

  Grom listened to this and then said with a surprised face: "I thought my soul would return to the Beast God's embrace at this point. But my soul saw the Creation God!"

  The beastmen were also shocked, and even the wolf meat was ignored.

  Grom then knelt down to Chen Le and knocked his head three times, saying: "The Creator God said that I will be reborn 2,000 years later and will be summoned by a human. Let me guide this human to become the greatest king in this world. The Creator God also told me that if this human becomes the king of the world, then the beastmen will gain equal status with humans and elves. After hearing these words, I fell into a deep sleep of my soul.

  Grom stood up, tore off a piece of wolf leg meat and handed it to Chen Le. Chen Le also took it and gnawed slowly.

  Grom closed his eyes and said, "Originally, when I was first summoned, it was only because of the Creator God's command that I had to obey the king's orders. However, afterwards, I was subdued by the king's power. Who among you can do this, or has even heard of someone in this world who can become a 5th-level warrior from a useless waste in less than five minutes?"

  Grom gazed at Chen Le fervently and said, "This can only prove that Wang is the true Chosen One. Only a king acknowledged by God would possess such incredible power. Everyone, let us offer everything we have to King!"

  "ROAR!!" The beastmen let out a mighty roar. All the birds in the entire forest were startled into flight.

  Chen Le looked at this group of beastmen with boiling blood and thought: "Zha Zha Ben, how much energy did we gain this time?"

  That slightly nasal voice that makes people feel like they owe him money said, "Because most of the magic crystals have different damages, I've calculated that there are probably about 2,000 energy points."

  Chen Le felt incredibly happy at this moment, 200 energy points could create a powerful hero like Grom, so what about 2000 energy points? Could it create an even more powerful hero, or perhaps recreate 10 Groms.

  At this time, Zha Zha spoke in an even more arrogant tone: "Don't be too happy yet. The 200 energy points that created Grom can only be said to be a welfare given by the Creation God. If you want to create Grom through normal means, you need at least 100,000 energy points to create it. Moreover, Grom has uniqueness."

  Chen Le felt that Zuo was really asking for a beating at this time, and he said discontentedly: "Don't pour cold water on me, let me YY a bit."

  "Alright, my master, you can slowly imagine whatever you want, but I can tell you that with these 2000 energy points, you can create ten beastman warriors."

  Chen Le heard it and came with interest, saying: "What level is it roughly?"

  "Peak 4th level, occasionally may break through the 5th level. Possesses strong actual combat experience and also has his own weapon."

  Chen Leru's expression turned contemplative as she said, "Finally we have weapons. If those dozen or so of us had been armed earlier, we wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state."

  He said, "Do you want to create it now?"

  Chen Le nodded and said: "Isn't that nonsense? Hurry up and get it out."

  At this time, Chen Le stood up, stretched out his hands and said: "Soldiers, we will soon welcome new brothers. Hurry up to make way for them."

  The beastmen immediately gave way to a large empty area and held their breath as they stared at Chen Le.

  "Primitive spirits of old, heed my call and fight for me!"

  The sound had just fallen when ten dazzling green lights appeared in that blank space.

  "Orcs shall never be slaves!" The thunderous roar was accompanied by the appearance of ten tall, green figures in the open space.

  Great axes, green skin, explosive muscles, all proclaiming their strength. Chen Le felt a rush of hot blood, this is the basic combat unit of the Beastmen in Warcraft, the Beastman Warrior! (If you have any good suggestions, please leave them in the book reviews. I will carefully consider your opinions. Because this is something I wrote for fun.)