My Kingdom Building Done Right!-Chapter 33: Clash At Grimjaw Mountain [Part 3]

Enraged at Ulric’s successful blow, Arlo decided to switch his target.

A deadly battle between the two Chieftains took place. Sparks flew as the axe and claws collided.

No one backed down, and Ulric could only keep up with his opponent’s speed thanks to his richer experience in life-and-death battles.

The more they fought, the more Arlo acknowledged Ulric’s capabilities as a warrior.

The Werewolf’s attack on the cliff had stalled the ranged attacks coming from the Alborin Tribe. This gave the barbarian warriors a chance to regroup and continue their climb up the mountain.

However, they heard yet another rumble from above. Knowing what was about to happen, they all backed away hastily. But some decided to take a gamble and charged forward instead.

They hoped they would be faster than the incoming danger from above.

Since their enemies were already halfway up the mountain, Blitz had cut off all the ropes holding the logs, which served as its secret weapon.

This led to a log-avalanche that crashed the barbarian formation, sending others to fall off‌ the mountain.

Still, more than half of the barbarians survived this last-ditch effort from the Flying Squirrel.

"Charge!" Brakka shouted, rallying the survivors of the squirrel’s onslaught. "Support the Chieftai—arrghh!"

Blood spilled across Brakka’s face as something fast scratched him.

Blitz had dived from the mountain and didn’t hesitate to attack Brakka, who had tried to rally the barbarians once more.

The Flying Squirrel made a sharp turn to strike for a second time, but someone else beat it to it.

Arion descended from the sky with fury and stomped on Brakka’s back, breaking his bones.

It didn’t end there.

The Pegasus raised its hind legs and kicked back, sending the barbarians behind it flying.

Maximus jumped off the Pegasus’ back and used its twin swords to hack the Barbarians in front of it.

Leone’s three vassals planned to delay the Barbarians from supporting Arlo, who was currently facing off against Ulric.

But the three knew they could only stall for a minute or two before escaping themselves. With only three of them, it was simply impossible to defeat so many enemies.

Just as Maximus, Arion, and Blitz were about to brace themselves for the worst, a screech reverberated across the entire Grimjaw Mountain.

Before the Barbarians could even understand what was happening, they heard the rustling of wind. Screams of pain and fear soon reverberated in the forest.

From the rear of their formation, a gryphon had appeared and grabbed two of their men. The powerful monster rose to the sky and threw the two barbarians toward the forest, not caring whether they lived or died.

Astravor screeched a second time and unleashed two Wind Blades, splitting the bodies of two Barbarians in half.

The Lord of the Grimjaw Mountain had recovered from its injuries, and for some reason, it looked bigger and fiercer than ever.

"It’s the gryphon!" one of the Barbarian Chiefs shouted. "It’s the lord of the mountain! Run! We can’t beat it!"

He didn’t even wait for the rest of his men to follow him and hurriedly urged his horse down the mountain to flee.

In fact, most mounts were so intimidated by the monster’s presence that they fled without looking back. No matter how hard their masters protested, they didn’t listen.

The first ones to leave were the wolves of the Black Wolf Tribe, not caring if their riders could stay on their backs or not.

Some of the horses the other tribes had brought with them were so terrified that they foamed at the mouth and bolted away in a half-crazed state.

A few of them even charged at the other horses from panic and fear.

The barbarian formation collapsed into complete chaos as Astravor screeched to assert its dominance. It then dived the path of the mountain with its claws at the ready, swiping at anything that stood in its way.

Leone’s three Familiars exchanged glances with each other before they, too, charged down the mountain path, chasing down the barbarians who were already running away for their lives.

The majority of them were only forced to come to hunt down the Alborin Tribe out of fear of Arlo.

But now that a monster stronger than the Werewolf had appeared, they decided to save their own lives rather than follow his orders!

Arlo also noticed the commotion stirring in the distance and watched in shock as a gryphon hunted his men without mercy.

Of course, Arlo wasn’t the only one shocked by this sight. The warriors of the Alborin Tribe were equally surprised, not expecting that the gryphon they had chased away would come to help them!

"So this is where your confidence is coming from, huh?!!" Arlo roared in anger. "Ulric, you and your tribe became the pets of the Lord of the Grimjaw Mountain! Do you no longer have any dignity or honor?! Can you even call yourself a man?!"

"Shut up!" Ulric shouted and swung his axe at the werewolf, who managed to dodge his attack at the last second.

Arlo slashed across Ulric’s chest with his claws, drawing blood. Ulric gritted his teeth and stumbled back a few steps, putting some distance between himself and the werewolf.

The werewolf’s bloodshot eyes locked onto the Chieftain of the Alborin Tribe’s neck before lunging in his direction.

He had changed his mind. Instead of forcing Ulric to submit to him, he would just kill him and escape before the gryphon returned.

As much as he wanted to massacre everyone, including the young man with short blonde hair, Arlo didn’t want to take a risk lest the Lord of the Mountain return.

Yuni’s scream reverberated in the surroundings as she watched her father about to be bitten to death by Arlo.

But at that exact moment, three stone parapets piled on top of one another materialized in front of the Werewolf.

The stone parapets were two meters thick, so even Arlo’s jaws couldn’t shatter them completely.

Furious, he had momentarily forgotten that the young man had this trick up his sleeve.

"You mongreeeeeeeeeeeel!" Arlo roared in anger as he stomped his foot forward to charge at the bastard that kept on getting in his way. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But his roar was drowned out by an ear-piercing screech that faltered the Werewolf’s movements for a brief moment.

He didn’t know how far the gryphon was, but he could feel the beast’s gaze boring through his body.

Arlo didn’t dare to turn around. He felt that if he did, he would be wasting what precious time he had left.

For now, he focused all of his attention on the young man, whom he planned to take with him to the afterlife!

"Die!" Arlo shouted hatefully as his claws reached out to the young man in front of him.

He had never hated someone in his life more than he hated the young man whom he believed caused his setbacks.

When the Werewolf was only a few meters away from him, Leone summoned three stone parapets piled on top of each other, serving as a wall to prevent Arlo from reaching him.

However, the Chieftain of the Black Wolf Tribe had seen Leone perform this trick many times and had already anticipated it.

Instead of stopping, the Werewolf leapt over the stone parapets in one fluid motion.

Arlo would tear the young man apart with his razor-sharp teeth and let him know how terrifying he could be. Once the other party was dead, he would put everything he had into escaping.

But as he descended toward the young man, Leone pulled back his arm as if about to unleash an uppercut.

Arlo sneered, thinking this was the young man’s futile attempt to attack him.

But Leone wasn’t playing around. Facing off against the werewolf’s open jaw, with rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, the young man shouted not in desperation but with determination.

"Stone Pillar Uppercut!"

A stone pillar erupted from the ground and slammed into Arlo’s jaw like a battering ram, shattering his teeth and breaking whatever hope the werewolf had left.

Before he knew it, the Werewolf was already in the air, screaming in pain due to the unexpected blow it received from the young man he had underestimated.