Facing the malicious aura of the orc evil shaman, George and his companions felt as if their feet were glued to the ground, unable to move. Even the simple action of raising their hands became incredibly difficult.
It wasn't just they who were affected; even the soldiers a hundred meters away were feeling the same. The goblin army took advantage of this and broke through the defensive lines, beginning to slaughter the human soldiers.
Watching as his soldiers were killed one after another, with no ability to fight back, George and his companions' eyes showed expressions of pain.
In a fit of rage, Catherine raised her sword and shouted loudly, "I will kill you, despicable orc!"
In response, the evil shaman merely gave a faint glance before turning to reprimand the goblin warrior, leaving Catherine to helplessly swing her sword at the air. She couldn't move her body at all.
"How have I taught you, Abalim? Use your brain; you must think during a battle," the evil shaman said, pointing at its head.
The goblin warrior lowered its head in silence, setting down its wolf's tooth club like a student who had made a mistake.
"After all the effort I put into training you, you're utterly useless. Go, help your tribe," the shaman said, waving its hand.
With a relieved howl, the goblin warrior turned and dragged its wolf's tooth club toward the human soldiers.
After reprimanding the goblin warrior, the orc evil shaman curiously observed George and the others' reactions.
"Don't worry. I'm always very gentle with extraordinary beings. I won't let you die so easily. After all, my new experiment still needs some hands," it said with a smile before turning and heading back into the straw hut.
"My lord George, I deeply apologize. It was my misjudgment that led to your peril," Marcus said, feeling very guilty.
"Marcus, there's no need to blame yourself. While you agreed to the action, the decision was mine. If there's anyone to blame, it should be me, for placing so many lives in danger," George comforted him.
"Damn evil shaman, if only this body could move, I would definitely take it down," Catherine said angrily.
Her words made George think.
Generally speaking, when facing the aura suppression of a high-tier being, low-tier beings are unable to break free. But this time, George had encountered something different.
Over the past month, George had not only grown stronger, but he had also made progress in mastering his werewolf bloodline.
Since the night he was assassinated, George had been studying how to transform. He continually thought back to that night, the battle with the assassin, when just before he was about to lose, his werewolf bloodline had been triggered. There had to be some key factor in that moment.
After multiple attempts, George finally figured out the two elements necessary for transformation: First, there must be a wound on the body, even just a needle prick would suffice. Second, there must be a feeling of anger or a desire to kill the opponent.
Combining these two elements allowed the transformation to succeed, and reversing it was simple—just calm the mind.
Although George was in full armor and couldn't easily make a wound, he had prepared a device for emergencies.
Inside his left glove, George had hidden a fine needle, which could be triggered by a light tap on the back of the glove, causing the needle to prick his finger.
With this in mind, George lifted his right hand and struggled to tap the back of his left glove.
Soon, a small pain surged in his finger, and George knew he had met the first requirement.
He then looked toward the battlefield a hundred meters away. Although his soldiers wore armor, they were as helpless as wooden mannequins, unable to block the goblins' attacks.
The goblins surrounded a human soldier, took his blade, and began cutting off his arms and legs.
As they slowly cut off his limbs, listening to the screams of the human soldier, they tortured him until he bled out and died.
The goblin warrior, their leader, was much more brutal. Facing a motionless soldier, he simply slammed his club down, turning the soldier into a pile of meat.
Unable to control his rage any longer, George's inner fury could not be stopped.
Inside the armor, countless white hairs sprouted from George's arms, extending across his body, including his face. His canine teeth elongated, and sharp claws pierced through the glove, exposed to the air.
With the power of his werewolf bloodline, George felt his strength multiply several times, and even the pressure from the evil shaman weakened considerably.
He forcefully drew his sword from the ground and charged toward the goblins who were still torturing his soldiers.
"My lord!" Only then did Marcus and Catherine realize that George had broken free from the suppression.
Like lightning, George instantly appeared beside the goblin army.
Before the goblins had even realized what was happening, George raised his sword, unleashing several sword strikes. Unlike before, the sword strikes were now all a brilliant platinum color.
The sword strikes easily cut through the goblins' bodies, spilling their entrails across the ground. It wasn't until he had slain dozens of goblins that the sword strikes dissipated.
A strong, pungent smell of blood quickly spread. The goblins, who had been slaughtering humans, finally showed fear in their eyes.
They screamed, dropped their weapons, and fled in all directions. George, however, continued his assault, heading straight for the goblin warrior. Wherever he went, blood and carnage followed, and any goblin who crossed his path was sliced in two.
The goblin warrior, who had been made the target, showed no fear. It even ordered its dimwitted kin to stop fleeing and fight alongside it.
But clearly, among the goblins, a race that feared the strong and bullied the weak, no one obeyed its command.
Enraged, the goblin warrior grabbed one of its tribe members and hurled it toward George's face. George easily dodged the throw and swiftly ended the goblin warrior's life with his sword.
"Grrr, Diwoo~" The goblin warrior seemed to be warning its kin—if they dared to flee, they'd end up like this.
Finally, the goblins stopped fleeing and instead gathered around their leader.
But these goblins, trembling with makeshift weapons, stood behind their leader like a disorganized mob.
During the time the goblin warrior gathered its tribe, George finally reached its side.
The infuriating human first wounded it, then killed so many of its tribe members. The goblin warrior, whose rage had nowhere to go, swung its club down on George with all its might.
"Clang."
Thinking it would crush George into a pulp, the goblin warrior was stunned to see George raise his clawed hand and catch the wolf's tooth club.
An immense force surged from the goblin warrior, but in a blink, George easily tossed the club aside, and it crashed heavily to the ground.
Even a "smart" goblin like this couldn't understand why the human who had once been too weak to face its blows was now suddenly so powerful.
Fearful, the goblin warrior quickly retreated, attempting to escape from this terrifying human.
But George would not give it the chance. He raised his clawed hand, gathered his internal energy, and in an instant, tore the goblin warrior's head off.
This move stunned the surrounding goblins. They sat frozen in place, with excrement flowing from their bodies in terror.
"You human, you truly have a lot of courage, to kill the extraordinary being I carefully trained," said the orc evil shaman, leisurely walking out of the straw hut after the slaughter had ended.