Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Black Order’s Founder

"You fear one orc?!" The Orc War Chieftain bellowed, facing his army.

Abaddon could understand what he said.

"Do I have your permission to kill?" He tilted his head toward Saul, who chuckled.

"By all means."

With a roar, the Orc Chieftain charged at Abaddon, who slowly walked toward him. When Abaddon was within range, the Orc War Chieftain swung his flail at him. It descended with great force but Abaddon sidestepped, then slammed his foot into the ball, which had opened a massive hole on the ground.

The moment he slammed his foot into the flail, the spikes flattened as it lurched back with great speed. The War Chieftain narrowly evaded it, his eyes wide.

"You’re a disgrace to that weapon." Abaddon’s voice rang. He knew of a terror. The morning star flail knight. The eclipse of death. Compared to her, this orc, this tenth strongest being, was...

Pathetic.

Abaddon flung his tomahawk at the War Chieftain, his eyes gleaming as the chieftain deflected the blow, launching the tomahawk into the air.

With a few steps, Abaddon closed in, swinging his axe at the Orc, who tightened his grasp around two ends of his chain. Sparks flew as he blocked the axe.

"Is that all a horde chief can do—?!"

The orc couldn’t finish his question when Abaddon grabbed the tomahawk that was descending and plunged it into the Chieftain’s skull.

He sighed. Basically, he didn’t even use his strength. All Abaddon did was mock the battle experience of an orc war chieftain.

His grasp around the handle of his axe tightened and he swung it, this time with some power. It split the orc he fought, cut down no less than fifty trees and took the lives of a hundred orcs.

Lucy watched towering trees fall as blood spurted from the standing corpse of a hundred huge orcs.

Was this the strength of one, just one of the captain’s summons?!

The other orcs were about to flee but Apollyon slammed her staff against the ground and a tall wall of ice rose up.

"Vagabonds!" Saul roared, eyes bright. "Shall we begin?!"

"Captain!"

"Captain!!"

"Captain!!!"

The Vagabonds chanted vigorously as they either sent their summons or used their weapons to face the remaining orcs.

Two orcs, the Chieftain’s guards, found themselves blocked away and someone appeared at the only way to exit this ice dead end.

Both of them stared at each other before looking at this nine feet tall knight clad in black armour.

"A woman?" One of them scowled. Apollyon understood them. Unfortunately, they didn’t understand why she was given the name Apollyon, especially since she was the founder of the Black Order.

One of the orc guards leaped while the other barreled toward her. Apollyon watched them get close before ice trapped them.

The first orc guard was still mid air as ice came from the ground and froze him right up to his chest, leaving his arms and head, but the cold might as well have killed him almost instantly.

The other one had his axe high, ready for a powerful downward swing when that arm froze and his feet also froze. Thick chunks of ice covered both the arm and his feet.

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