Chapitre 41: True master of the battlefield III

The war was drawing towards the terminus. The alliance had overwhelmed the barbarians with sheer power of zeal, moral and determination. There was no hope left for the barbarian forces, unless the generals and great general acted personally.

"Who dare slaughter my brethrens mercilessly? Don't they fear the divine order of the lord?" A sharp, deep and fear striking voice sounded, shaking the landscape like there was an earthquake—Klogus.

Klogus.

Klogus the giant was a well known barbarian who swore fealty to the so called 'god' worshipped by the Lyriel religion. He was a ruthless figure, powerful enough to wipe out cities in his lonesome if pissed off very badly. His skin was rumored to be as tough as steel, his bones as strong as meteor from a star, and his entire body was as sturdy as a monolith formed in heaven. He was like an unshakable mountain.