Chapter 338: Princesses are Always Traps, Part 2

The terrifying entity finally emerged from the ground, shaking off a mountain-like amount of soil from her colossal body. The sound of it falling was like a downpour.

She was so massive that every orc had to crane their necks to their limits to see her in full.

She was a stone giantess, over a hundred meters tall. She had a rugged human face with a terrible bulbous nose. Her short flaxen hair was passable. Aside from her low attractiveness, her body proportions were actually quite good, at least human-like. She wore a long dress of an unknown moon-white material, giving her a bit of a princess-like appearance. Unfortunately, her large, sturdy limbs were not something human aesthetics could accept.

When her towering figure fully appeared before the orcs, everyone felt a tremendous pressure descend upon the battlefield.

A very pleasant, clear, yet heavily mocking voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Hehehe! Foolish and tiny mortals! Thank you for freeing me—the great Princess Myzrael from that damned imprisonment. As thanks for your stupidity and ignorance, I will gladly kill you all. Kukuku—"

Upon seeing what kind of creature the princess they had saved was through the Eye of the Mage, Gavinrad, one of the original five paladins, couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it! Give me back my beautiful dream! Hell! What kind of princess is this? Ah—I'll never believe in love again..." Gavinrad's only consolation was that he wasn't the fool who had summoned Princess Myzrael, only to be beaten by her.

"Hahaha! Gavinrad, why don't you go have a tryst with your beloved princess?" Sylvanas laughed heartily without a care in the world.

"Huhu!" Jandice covered her mouth, clearly holding back laughter.

Only Duke, who had seen through everything, comforted the poor lad, "Dear paladin, have you forgotten the virtues of a paladin? Paladins do not act out of desire for reward. Or did you think that something that needed to be sealed would be an ordinary human?"

"No, I thought it might be a high elf not recognized by Silvermoon City..."

Gavinrad immediately received a glare from Sylvanas. This original paladin had obviously been 'taught' by Sylvanas under the guise of 'sparring', and he immediately wilted.

Duke gave Gavinrad a 'you're a man, you can't back down' look.

Gavinrad rolled his eyes: You do it if you can?

Duke pursed his lips, looking at his mage badge: I'm a gentleman.

Gavinrad rolled his eyes for the second time: Yeah, right...

"The Horde's southern army is going to be in trouble..." The Dragonmaw orc riders circling in the sky could only think this upon seeing the scene.

Rend Blackhand, trapped within the massive stone wall, suddenly realized: he and his men had been thoroughly tricked by Duke. This damn princess was definitely an elemental creature, and whether he and his men liked it or not, they had to fight this giantess.

Rend turned around in shock and anger, shouting at his men.

Unfortunately, in the blinding earthy yellow light caused by the elemental summoning, the giantess's laughter drowned out all the orcs' voices.

Shouts, curses, the sound of orders being relayed, everything was drowned out by the giantess's pleasant but domineering voice.

"Hahaha! You foolish green-skinned humans, do you think you can get treasures from me? Alright, I'll show you the treasures of this princess." Princess Myzrael laughed, waving her arms as if stretching.

After a strange series of continuous explosions, all the orcs shut their mouths. Everyone saw many water and fire elemental giants appear around them, saw the fear on their companions' faces, saw their mouths opening and closing, but they couldn't make the bold shout.

There was no "lok-tar" for victory.

There was no "ogar", the heart of the giant symbolizing courage.

There was only silence and despair.

No one could make any sound, except for the weak trembling sound of teeth clashing when they gritted their teeth.

The downside of the Horde's reduced combat power was finally undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

If these were the elite warriors originally led by Blackhand, they would have already charged forward with their heavy weapons.

Even if it meant death, they would never back down.

If the team was led by a renowned chieftain of the Horde, a great hero like Grommash Hellscream or Kilrogg Deadeye, the orcs would have a backbone.

Unfortunately, the one here was Rend Blackhand, a young chieftain of a newly established clan who had yet to prove himself. Perhaps he had excellent bloodlines, but without any military achievements, no orc would recognize Rend's bravery.

Rend waved his arms and shouted, but his voice was drowned out and lost its effect.

[Stone Lash Exiles]

These were the summons of Princess Myzrael.

Unlike the original version, these exiles made up of various elemental creatures were also enhanced.

Yes, the giant elemental amplification magic circle was Duke's handiwork. Duke not only enhanced the princess but also indirectly enhanced the princess's summons.

Otherwise, the princess would only be unsealed at the original stone enclosure, and not emerge under the orcs' feet. Like the most professional terrorist, Duke even anticipated the orcs' reactions, drawing Myzrael out at the very core of their retreat area.

And to create a 'trapdoor' effect, Duke also attached a magic model to the magic circle. Yes, a certain transmigrator understood it was the [Earthquake] move from a certain prince.

Now, Myzrael's minions were making their move.

Blazing fireballs with the whistling sound of explosions crisscrossed the enclosed battlefield. Not only were there deadly [Fireball] spells, but there were also [Frost Nova] and [Lightning Shield] spells. The magic that high elves and humans had struggled to learn was actually just the innate skills of elemental creatures.

Of course, they weren't as smooth as the elemental creatures.

The giant fireballs exploded on the grassland, causing a chaotic storm mixed with flesh and soil, regardless of whether they hit anyone.

Even the bravest orcs couldn't help but pause their actions subconsciously. Each terrifying shockwave, either white or yellow, was like a raindrop falling on a calm lake, bright rings spreading out one after another.

However, each ring represented death and destruction. Whether it was the burly orcs or the giant wolves weighing over a ton, they were all lifted by the shockwaves of the elemental magic explosions and thrown backward. If they were unlucky and encountered several shockwaves exploding at the same time, that was when they would truly be torn to pieces.