342 Chapter 342: Making themselves known! 3

Berivs alongside his clan members were previously sent to this continent as the scouting party to gauge the strength of the inhabitants and after he battled Derik and Cyrus he deemed them not worthy of the great overseer's attention. In the past, he could have easily dealt with both of them if they joined hands but now things seemed different about them and everyone around, in just two years the strength of these people grew by leaps and bounds, making him, Berivs, a being who was considered the greatest genius of his race look like a talentless child.

"I refuse… I don't know how they acquired so much power in a short span of time but I refuse to believe I am inferior!" Berivs growled as his body released a powerful shockwave of green aura, dispelling Derik and Cyrus' aura which prevented his body from responding to his commands

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"Elsa is different from the rest, at least she's from this world… While you? You are busy hitting on some muscular orc who I believe is more manly than all the males in the empire! I won't be surprised if the next person you hit on is a dragon" Derik sneered.

Hearing this Cyrus turned pale and quickly avoided eye contact with Derik. It wasn't because he hated what Derik said but it was because everything Derik said was true! He had once considered dating a dragon if it were female.

"Well…" Cyrus stuttered, unable to find the right words to defend himself.

"Wait… wait… wait… don't tell me you also considered that as well? A dragon… dude?" Derik slapped his face not knowing what to say next. He couldn't exactly read Cyrus' mind but he has lived long enough to tell what his best friend was thinking with a glance.

Roar!

At that moment, Berivs appeared once again shrouded in green aura and his aura rising at an alarming rate. But even then, Derik and Cyrus didn't seem bothered.

"We will postpone this discussion for later… But its not over! We seriously need to find you a human girlfriend when we get back" Derik said before turning his attention to Berivs.

"were we always that weak? It's disgusting" Cyrus blurted out, coughing Berivs to spit out blood due to anger.

"Nay… we were even weaker… I feel ashamed of myself… But I feel sorry for this dude… Right now he thinks he's powerful… He doesn't know…" Derik chuckled when he said the last part making Berivs scream like a crazed beast and dash forward.

"As much as I hate Berivs, I hate these humans even more! They dare look down on the orc race... Do they think we are trash? I will have them beg for mercy before I slay them!" Mol of the Orakh clan roared and dashed forward. 

Mol was the chieftain of the Orakh clan which was known for its overwhelming strength and physical prowess. This clan for centuries has been known as the backbone of the Orc army, that was until Berivs came along and completely revamped his Arzu clan. The young orc chieftain was able to teach his forces how to use their aura to manipulate their bodies and force it to heed their commands, even when they are half dead. With this, Brevis created an almost indestructible army, earning them the title, the army of the dead.

Mol had bushy eyebrows, coupled with a bushy mustache and a bald head which could reflect the sun rays. He possessed so many muscles that the other orcs looked like children when compared to him, coupled with the two hand-ax hanging around his waist. Derik and Cyrus were more disturbed than afraid, especially since the orc refused to put some clothes on, only tying a piece of cloth around his nether regions.

"That golden-haired bastard is mine, No one is allowed to lay a finger on him!" Uram of the Url'm clan said with killing intentions oozing of her body while she began chanting her spells.

Even though Derik and Cyrus' words were specifically directed at Berivs, they couldn't deny the fact the orc race was been insulted as well. Berivs was on par with the other chieftains, if not stronger and he was called weak, if that's the case, what are they when the greatest genius of their race was been looked down on. If they are unable to deal with Derik and Cyrus here and now, they will never be able to live with the shame or face their clan members ever again.

Roar!

Berivs was like a big ball of green aura as he smashed into Cyrus who only bothered to push forth an arm and stop the green ball of aura in its tracks with little effort. Cyrus yawned at Berivs relentless efforts to push him from his current position but even then Cyrus didn't move an inch.

Meanwhile….

Bang!

A powerful shockwave when both hand ax's struck Derik's shoulders but even then it couldn't penetrate the death aura twirling around him, not to talk of piercing his skin. He gazed at Mol with a confused expression, waiting for the orc to follow up with the attack.

"Don't tell me that's all you are capable of? Those muscles must be fake" Derik sighed