Blood Elf Monarch

The first wave of barbarians were not even finished yet, but the second one had already arrived at the door. The current situation truly looked pessimistic for Tristan and the others. He had to find a way to solve this predicament, otherwise they all would be buried under this nameless port.

Tristan did not know how long they would last fighting against thousands of barbarian warriors with just 10 of them, and he did not plan on finding out. Even if he miraculously survived this ordeal, he wondered how many of the ten would survive to the end.

Even now, when he made his way to the left flank, Bofur, the red bearded dwarf, was already heavily wounded. Tristan sped up and joined the left flank battlefield as he shouted.

"Get back!! I'll take this over!"

Upon hearing and seeing Tristan's arrival, Bifur quickly picked up his dwarf mate and rushed back to the group in the center. There, the two would receive healing treatment from Layla.

Tristan knew that the next batch of barbarians would arrive any second from now, hence he did not waste any time. After one heavy swing that pushed the barbarian's formation a few steps back and killed a few unfortunate ones, he sent the blood pearls and let them explore freely as they created havoc among the barbarians.

"Elder, you should head back as well." Tristan said to the white bearded dwarf, Belot. 

The old dwarf master was currently leaning on his massive hammer, his breath ragged as Tristan could clearly see his chest heaving up and down in fast manner. He accepted Tristan's words as he nodded and walked back.

Within seconds, Tristan already spotted the next batch of barbarians rushing down from the hills. Their numbers were about the same as the first batch. Looking at this wave of barbarians, something bothered him.

It bothered him that these barbarians were sent in small groups.

It was as if the enemy was just testing his strength and playing with him. The thought of that made Tristan uncomfortable and furious. Thus, he planned to make them regret looking down on him.

Right after the blood pearls diminished, Tristan cast [Blood Seal] one more time and randomly turned another 5 barbarians. The remaining barbarians were in panic when they saw their brethren, who stood next to them, suddenly directing their attacks on them instead of the enemy before them.

The situation became so chaotic that the barbarians even killed one that was not affected by the seal. They really could not tell the difference. Hence, the friendly fire. 

Looking at this sight, Tristan could not help but smile wryly.

By the time Tristan finished extracting Blood Essence from all the corpses on the left flank, only three blood sealed barbarians were left standing. He beckoned the three to follow him as he returned to Layla and the others.

The moment the second batch of barbarians arrived, there were now 15 people on Tristan's side.

The battle started with 10 against 200, and ended without any casualty. On the contrary, the opposing side even received an extra five. This eerie situation would definitely make any battle commander go insane.

Tristan wished he could be happy with this, but seeing the condition of these fighters only concerned him.

One of the dwarves, Bofur was heavily injured. Borin had three arrows stuck in his body, and the worst of them was Scrall who came back from the middle with one lost hand.

Layla still had the ability to help the first two, but there was nothing else she could do about Scrall's decapitated hand. There was also the fact that all 15 people were exhausted by the battle.

All in all, their situation did not look optimistic at all.

Tristan took a glance toward the river, hoping he could catch a glimpse of boats, the long-awaited reinforcement. But none were seen at all.

It looked like he had to change his tactic a little.

Tristan chose one of the large houses near the river and told everyone to move into the house quickly. He told them to stay there and recuperate their wounds and exhaustion.

When the barbarians entered the vicinity of the port, there was only Tristan in the yard, causing countless question marks to appear on the former.

It looked like Tristan had decided to fight by himself while the others would defend inside the house together. He did not even have the 5 blood sealed barbarians beside him, as they were with the group.

With the cover of the house, Layla and the others would have a little protection against the barbarian archers.

"Come fight me!!" Tristan shouted loudly. The look on his face showed that he was serious with the intent.

With his increased battle power thanks to the upgrade, Tristan was not afraid. He dashed into the barbarians and started moving his large claymore ceaselessly, sending strike after strike onto the enemy.

Limbs were cut and dropped to the ground with a thud; dozens of heads were flying around, painting a picture that would make any human back on Earth terrified; familiar red liquid splattered all around the battlefield, as if there was a downpour.

This time, there were several blue-tattooed warriors among this batch of barbarians. However, Tristan was not the same anymore. Unlike the previous encounter with these warriors, Tristan easily zipped around them reaping their lives like a harvest as they were unable to follow his speed nor resist his strength.

In the midst of his slaughter, Tristan would take a glance towards the house once in a while, and felt assured that even though the enemy had created a few openings of entry to the house, none of them managed to get in.

More corpses began to pile up in front of the house and in the battlefield where Tristan was.

Without him realizing, more than half of the second batch were already laying on the ground, lifeless.

Alas, the situation was far from over as Tristan could hear another of that familiar warhorn.

Looking over as he decapitated another barbarian's head, he realized that this time it was a group filled mostly with archers. There were hundreds of them.

Tristan could see they lit the arrow in their hands before firing it. As a result, a beautiful yet deadly sight of fire arrows rained down on him. The arrows even killed the barbarians who still scuffled with Tristan.

But then, Tristan realized what their real objective was, to burn down all the houses in the port.

"Damn it! What to do now?"