Chapter 2362: Chapter 1053: Blood Claw’s Metamorphosis (Part 3)

He also possesses the fearsome recovery power of the Trolls, and bruises will soon self-repair, with only the flame burns caused by the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword healing exceedingly slowly.

The regeneration ability of a Troll fears flames and strong acids, effectively temporarily suppressing this ability.

This is the reason why the Half-Ogre Troll, once engaged, didn’t hesitate to exchange injuries to forcefully seize Blood Claw’s Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword.

His plan was half-successful.

The Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword was indeed seized, but it became a shackle instead.

"Break!"

Blood Claw suddenly shouted fiercely and punched hard into the right arm of the Half-Ogre Troll.

"That’s just... Ah..." The Half-Ogre Troll instinctively wanted to mock, but before the words could leave his mouth, it turned uncontrollably into a scream of agony.

Blood Claw’s attack wasn’t heavy; it couldn’t pierce through the thick natural defense.

The terrifying part was the force, gathering from all directions.

The source of this force was precisely Blood Claw’s seemingly insignificant earlier attacks.

The force contained in each attack was very limited, but they were numerous.

King Wuerkrna previously didn’t care at all about Blood Claw’s attacks. To boast his tough physique, he neither evaded many attacks he could dodge, instead directly blocking or parrying them.

Among them, the right side, especially the right arm, was the focus of the opponent’s attacks.

When this force suddenly gathered, his bones began to tremble uncontrollably. The muscles adhering to the bones felt like they were being forcefully torn off, twisted, and gathered together, forming several muscle knots as firm and solid as steel.

Those who haven’t personally experienced it can hardly understand this pain.

The Half-Ogre Troll could no longer hold the Cold Iron Orc Giant Axe, letting it slip from his grasp.

But before it hit the ground, Blood Claw swiftly seized it, reversed his grip, and swung it at the Half-Ogre Troll’s right knee.

Crack!

The axe struck firmly, and with the Half-Ogre Troll still overwhelmed by pain, he couldn’t effectively evade.

The outcome was predictable.

His muscle and thick skin weren’t able to cover those joint areas, distorting and emitting horrifying sounds of breakage. His own terrifying body weight became the best weapon, easily causing further injury.

King Wuerkrna’s reaction was equally clean and swift, he fell to the ground, using his hands and feet, scampered towards his camp.

The Noble Giant Trolls, seeing the situation wasn’t good, immediately pressed up, displaying their razor-like sharp claws, guarding on either side of the Half-Ogre Troll, assuming an aggressive stance indicating that if Blood Claw pursued relentlessly, they would completely tear all ties.

The Hobgoblins behind Blood Claw reacted promptly, uniformly following Blood Claw and pressing forward.

"I admit defeat!" the Half-Ogre Troll shouted loudly from the ground.

If he didn’t speak out, a clash might ensue, and restricted in movement, he would certainly suffer great losses, becoming the primary focus of the opposing force.

He was thus very wary of Blood Claw’s explosive attack earlier that targeted directly the bones and flesh, effectively bypassing external armor.

It’s simply the mortal enemy of Trolls, especially paired with their flame weapons, they could certainly cause a lot of damage.

The opponent’s choice to reignite the war was indeed with reliance.

"My sword!" Blood Claw pressed further.

Now that the prize was in his hands, the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword was still embedded in the Half-Ogre Troll’s shoulder and back.

"Pull it out!" King Wuerkrna instructed the nearest Noble Giant Troll.

Shhh!

This Noble Giant Troll grasped the sword with both hands, tried forcefully, but couldn’t pull it out.

The intense combat just now embedded the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword deeper into the Half-Ogre Troll.

"Useless!" King Wuerkrna roared angrily, "Use your strength!"

Evidently, the earlier attempt caused considerable pain to him.

Hou!

The Noble Giant Troll’s slightly wiry body, muscles heightened throughout, finally pulled out the Colossal Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword amidst a loud roar, blood instantly sprayed five meters high, like a blood-colored water pillar fountain.

The Half-Ogre Troll seized the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword, threw it out, said: "Fair play, we’ll proceed according to your plan.

You take the Jackalwere Queen, the rest is ours."

Speaking, he hugged his own right leg, a twist heard with a cracking sound, forcefully setting the twisted part straight.

Then, with sharp claws, clawing those wounds on the shoulder and back, further exacerbating the scars caused by the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword, tearing off a large amount of flesh.

Strangely, after such torment,

The blood stopped spraying, and little flesh buds visibly sprouted out, beginning to automatically repair the wounds.

This was the regenerative ability of the Troll Bloodline taking effect.

The same situation with his leg; after setting it straight, recovery will accelerate.

"Swift," Blood Claw corrected as he retrieved the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword, "Not that the rest is yours, but until our war ends, what you seize is yours.

If you remain inactive, gaining nothing, don’t blame us."

His goal was to drag the Beast Demon Tribe into a state of war, then they would be assured to raise a force against the Jackalwere Queen.

"Good," the Half-Ogre Troll didn’t argue further, anyway once the battle begins, he has the final say, arguing semantics means nothing.

"Then let’s wish the Clan Leader can capture a vast territory, we bid our farewell." Blood Claw waved his hand, carrying his spoils, slowly retreating.

The Half-Ogre Troll party did the same, both parties only breathed a long sigh of relief once they could no longer see each other.

Facing unstable relations, malicious allies, one can never be too cautious; sudden changes, exterminating the opponent is quite common.

"The General’s plan seems overly idealistic," Blood Oath Warlord Thomas questioned, "What if King Wuerkrna doesn’t proceed with the plan just agreed upon and instead, when we fall into war with the Jackalwere Queen, attacks us?"