Tristan is much faster and stronger, in his hands he had a special weapon that could slash through any of the opponent's weapons and armor. The barbarians stood no chance against him.
The 2 meter tall weapon had turned into a killing machine. Each swing scattered corpses all around its wake.
Within minutes, even the bravest and the strongest of the barbarian warriors lost their nerve and unconsciously distanced themselves from the demonic elf
"Charge!" Tristan shouted, while mowing through the unfortunate center line. The Jarl was visible now, he was standing behind a few layers of yellow-clad barbarians forming defensive lines.
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From the other side, Jarl Sigurd realized that his captains must be influenced by the enemy's inhumane spell, it was such a devastating blow to him, even more seeing the way the battle has been orchestrated as such. It took him a few moments before he composed himself.
