Chapter 82: Ground Bull

The moment the voice echoed across the tense battlefield, all eyes turned toward the source, and to everyone's surprise, it wasn't a chieftain or a warrior stepping forward to halt the inevitable clash between Volk and Grounad.

It was an elf—a slender, fierce woman dressed in the sturdy armor of the Ironhide Clan.

Her long, silver hair shimmered under the light, contrasting starkly with her dark eyes, filled with a storm of fury.

"Are you all out of your damn minds?!" she shouted.

Her hands trembled with anger, fists clenched tightly as she strode forward, pushing past Orcs who were easily three times her size.

"Look at you! Brawling like common animals when the Warlocks and Dark Elves are breathing down our necks! This is madness!"

The Orcs collectively flinched at her words, though more in irritation than guilt.