Chapter 120: Against All Odds

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Amber, the mighty Warmammoth, let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the battlefield.

From behind the main lines, she charged forward, her massive form plowing through the enemy ranks with unstoppable force. Her tusks, sharp as blades, impaled Hobgoblins left and right, lifting them high before flinging their broken bodies aside. Her colossal feet crushed bones and armor alike, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake.

With each bellow, the ground seemed to tremble, and the Hobgoblins faltered, their confidence wavering at the sight of the rampaging beast.

Amber's eyes blazed with a fierce, primal intelligence, targeting clusters of enemies. She swung her massive head, sending Hobgoblins flying, their screams lost in the cacophony of war.

Her thick, shaggy fur was matted with blood and wasn't stopping with her advance. Archers attempted to bring her down, but their arrows barely penetrated her tough hide.

Amber's roar grew louder, more furious, as she trampled and gored her way through the battlefield, creating a path of destruction and chaos.

"General Helliana we need to escape!" General Thorgar shouted at the Orc.

Helliana ignored him and leaped out of the warhorse to Amber. "To the Warchief!" she commanded, and Amber followed with a roar.

"General Helliana! Get back here! We must escape!" Thorgar tried to reason with her, but Helliana's ears were closed.

Helliana was impervious to the calls and shouts. Her attention was solely fixed on her father. In that moment, she was blind and deaf to everything else, consumed by a singular purpose: to rescue her father and nothing else.

Amber thundered through the battlefield, her massive frame crushing everything in her path as she barreled toward King Kargoth. Her tusks gored through enemy ranks, sending Hobgoblins flying and breaking their lines.

But the enemy was relentless. As Amber pushed forward, a barrage of arrows, spears, and blades rained down upon her.

The valiant warmammoth roared in pain but continued her charge. General Drakthor and Morzog, the Hobgoblin commanders, halted their advance, directing their troops to focus on the mighty beast.

Hobgoblins swarmed around Amber, slowing her advance, their spears and blades piercing her thick hide. General Drakthor and Morzog slashed at her legs, slicing deep into her calf. With a pained bellow, Amber stumbled and crashed to the ground, the earth shaking beneath her massive weight.

Helliana faced the two generals, her knives flashing as she parried and struck with every chance she got. She moved with the speed of a seasoned hunter and an expert knife wielder. Despite being known as a long-range combatant, her close combat prowess was nothing short of extraordinary.

General Drakthor swung his axe with brute force, but Helliana sidestepped the blow, countering with a swift slash across his chest.

General Morzog lunged with his spear, and Helliana deftly spun away, her knives slicing through the air to deflect the attack.

The two generals cursed in frustration, astonished by her strength and skill.

"How is this possible?" Drakthor spat. "She's supposed to be a long-range fighter!"

"Her close combat skills match ours!" It wasn't fair! Morzog growled, his eyes narrowing at Helliana.

Helliana felt a surge of hope rekindle within her. "I can do this," she thought, her resolve solidifying.

She unleashed her special skill [Hunter's Wrath] a technique that allowed her to channel her inner predator, enhancing her speed and strength to overwhelming levels.

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In a blur of motion, she struck with blinding speed, landing multiple hits on the two generals, sending them reeling away, bloodied and disoriented.

The generals staggered back, cursing at their misfortune. Helliana seized the moment, quickly knocking an arrow and drawing her bow. She aimed at the fallen generals, ready to finish them off.

But before she could release the arrow, an explosion rocked the ground behind her. The force sent her sprawling forward, a searing pain erupting in her back.

She cried out, the shock and agony causing her to cough up blood. Her vision blurred, and her strength waned, but she fought to stay conscious, driven by the need to save her father and complete her mission.

When she looked over she saw General Vargash, smirking at her It was now three Hobgoblin Generals against her.