The solar "child".

Soon, the situation became desperate for the side of humanity.

Glak was next to the high military commanders, helping in the fight with the high orcs, being right now one of the most exposed to the dangerous boss orc, since he himself, was one of the "weak" ones that were too far ahead on the battlefield.

Compared to that orc, he was weak...

The tall boss orc reminded the family of the savage they faced in the dungeon...

The boss of the dungeon.

Because this same one was also a magical fighter.

He was the unexpected orc number 16.

Only Edsson of the military could face him, as he was the highest level there, reaching level 51.

The soldiers already couldn't handle 15, proving to get worse with time, having a worse innate physique than the high orcs.

Perhaps, the army could have beaten the 15, most of them dying in the process, but now, the situation seemed to end in an extermination for humanity...

Each movement of the orc was fluid, like a hurricane, carrying all its rivals with force.

One of the first to fly away was Glak...

He fell into a metallic box, sealed by different chains...

"GLAK!!"

"BREAK THE CHAINS ON THAT BOX AND WAKE UP THE CHAINED ELF INSIDE!!!"

" ENSURE THAT THE SUNLIGHT TOUCHES HIM!!!"

Emma shouted quickly, while in turn, drawing the circles of a protection spell.

After her blessings and her [Flood], she had saved her mana for this...

A strong furious attack attacked Glak, with the orc desperate to see what he was trying...

Emma managed to partially cover 1 attack, while Glak spitting blood easily managed to break these chains; although they seemed to be made of a special material.

Glak was surprised to see "just a child" with blond hair and soft golden skin inside the "iron coffin".

The child began to glow at the sight of the sun, but he still looked weak...

"The chain...On my arm" the little boy murmured.

Glak immediately understood and broke a chain inside this "coffin".

Now, the child began to glow more and more; and like a withered plant blooming again, the glow increased more and more.

"Sword" Said the boy, with a serious face, staring at his rival, the tall orc chieftain.

The orc trembled slightly and looked at the sun, then, swallowing saliva, he attacked quickly, hoping that the boy would fail to react and a weapon would not be delivered to his rival.

The boy smiled looking at the sun once more, before grabbing the sword from Glak's waist.

As he elegantly grabbed Glak's weapon, the orc chief was already only inches from his place...

With a nimble movement that looked as if the boy began to dance, he dodged the deadly attack of both blades of the orc leader, while placing his other arm behind his back, as if he really was a mini knight asking a lady to dance.

Except that his other arm, which should have been outstretched offering his hand to ask for a dance, had a sword pointed at his opponent.

The boy's stabs began to demonstrate how powerful he was to his opponent.

The fight between "the child" and the orc was brutal.

The child even danced through the air, flying with elegant magic while the orc shrieked and jumped nonstop.

The military veterans found hope in this and fought again in the hope of winning.

The tall competitive orcs raised their fierceness to encourage each other more and more...

As warriors they were not going to lose spirit because their rivals could beat them.

The shouts and roars echoed across the giant battlefield.

From soldiers, to high orcs, without exception all struggled the moment they saw the two powerful fighters fight.

The boy's technique was such that even with one arm behind his back, the orc's brute movements could not win.

The boy soon began to chant in the Elvish language, whispering too low for someone else to hear.

After blocking another blow, the little elf took his hand out of his back; and as if all the sunlight belonged to him, a huge sunbeam fell on top of the little boy, who directed all this energy to his right arm, which until now, was on his back.

The "mighty" orc chieftain died pierced by the child's palm, emanating a smell of roasted meat, as his chest was completely melted from his front to his back and even staining half of his little rival's arm with "meat juice".

The "little one" joined the rest of the fighting and the orcs soon died without even being able to kill the exhausted soldiers they had as opponents.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Ernes was one of the veterans who was able to live a few more days.

The little elf thanked Glak with a smile, using another elven chant and healing him of all discomfort.

Then, he quickly went to the family; and looked at an exhausted lady who had recommended to open his cage and make this elf finally be able to see the beautiful freedom again...

"Thank you very much lady..." Said the elf as he looked excitedly at Emma.

"It is an honor to be able to meet the one who was chosen by him... "Mentioned the little one while he stared at her with a nostalgic expression.

"And thanks to your whole family for coming to help," he said, as he stared at Viktor. He seemed to know something...

The elegant elf bowed his body slightly, with a noble posture that looked beautiful on a "boy of his age".

"Ahhh...You don't have to bow... "Emma made an awkward gesture of denial with her arms, while looking quite uncomfortable...

"The honor is mine... "Emma said as she bowed even more than the elven "child".