Facing the onslaught of the Old Hawkmen King, Jano ordered his Winged troops to retreat from the battlefield and continue their assault on the Hawkmen King''s army.


    Meanwhile, he stayed behind, ready to face the aged legend alone.


    In Ferland, a "Legend" was the pinnacle of power for a tribe.


    A tribe might need generations to produce a single Legend, requiring immense time and resources, as well as bloodshed, to reach that level.


    The birth of a Legend was the symbol of a race''s true strength.


    A Legend could live for at least a thousand years, providing protection for their people. It was an incredible blessing.


    As the only Legend of the Hawkmen Tribe, the Old Hawkmen King was already quite old.


    Hawkmens were not a Immortal Race, and the average lifespan of a normal Hawkmen warrior was around 50 years.


    Though he appeared to be a middle-aged Hawkmen, the Old Hawkmen King had lived for 900 years and had little time left.


    His physical abilities had waned, and his strength was no longer what it once was.


    This is why he had taken a more cautious approach. In the battle between the Titans and the Goblins, the Hawkmen Tribe, though loyal to the Thunder Titan, did not engage fully, always planning for the future of the Hawkmen King''s court.


    The Old Hawkmen King''s greatest regret was that none of his descendants had risen to the rank of Legend.


    Even now, none of his sons or grandsons showed extraordinary talent.


    Although there were many young Hawkmens with great potential, the Old Hawkmen King refused to pass on the legacy of the Legend class to them.


    The position of Hawkmen King could only be inherited by his direct descendants.


    In fact, sometimes, he regretted his earlier decision.


    In his prime, he had a gifted son who became a Hero rank class in just a few decades. But in order to secure his own reign, the Old Hawkmen King had secretly sabotaged his son''s path to greatness, causing his son’s death and exiling his descendants from the royal court.


    It was said that this small branch of the tribe settled on a hill in the East and flourished.


    Above Heavenly Mountain,


    The Old Hawkmen King, surrounded by the force of a powerful storm, soared through the air, holding a bone spear, his murderous intent palpable as he charged toward Jano.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    In his heart, he burned with intense anger!


    Originally, he had planned to submit to the Goblin King, allowing the Hawkmen King’s court to survive.


    He had chosen his strongest heir to succeed him as the next Hawkmen King and did not worry about any opposition.


    Most of the tribe’s talented warriors had been sent to the battlefields of the Titans and Goblins.


    His hope was that, after many years, a new Legend would be born, and the Hawkmen Tribe could rise once again.


    But now, Jano’s Winged Legion was about to erase his legacy.


    And from the sound of it, there would be no chance for the Hawkmens to surrender now. His court was doomed!


    This filled him with a burning desire to tear Jano to pieces!


    How dare he!


    When the Old Hawkmen King charged into the sky, attacking Jano, he saw that Jano was unafraid. Instead, the Winged King drew his sword calmly, awaiting the clash. The sight made the Old Hawkmen King laugh in disdain.


    “Foolish Winged One, do you really think you can stand against the power of a Legend?”


    When the Old Hawkmen King closed in to within fifty meters of Jano, he raised his bone spear high.


    The storm force surrounded him, his Legendary aura radiated around him, and a storm domain formed, enveloping Jano.


    “Storm Domain!”


    Immediately, dozens of storm spears, composed of wind, whizzed toward Jano, their Legendary power crashing down on him.


    At the same time, the Old Hawkmen King accelerated, charging forward with his spear!


    Jano''s eyes flashed with a brilliant purple light.


    His wings gleamed with pure white energy, and in an instant, two more wings of light appeared behind him.


    His speed increased dramatically!


    With movements as sharp as dancing on the tip of a blade, Jano narrowly evaded all of the Old Hawkmen King''s attacks.


    Then, Jano held his bronze sword horizontally, purple lightning crackling along the blade.


    As the Old Hawkmen King''s bone spear missed its mark, Jano struck.


    The blade collided with the Old Hawkmen King''s black wings.


    “Ah!”


    Blood poured from the Old Hawkmen King, and his fury only intensified.


    In a flash, Jano found himself as if stranded on a small boat in the middle of a violent storm.


    However, the Champion’s Will granted him an overwhelming fighting instinct, allowing Jano to dodge even the Old Hawkmen King''s deadly strikes and wear him down instead.


    In a moment of exclamation, Jano severed the Old Hawkmen King’s arms and wings, sending him plummeting to the ground!


    He was too old, and his stamina couldn’t keep up. If he were younger, Jano might not have been able to match him.


    As Jano closed in on the fallen Old Hawkmen King, the Hawkmen King smiled bitterly.


    “I surrender. I submit to you, the Winged Ones.”


    “No need. The Hawkmen King’s court will perish today!”


    Jano coldly rejected, his wings folding as he landed on the ground and walked toward the fallen king.


    The Old Hawkmen King, in despair, finally asked,


    “Why do you insist on destroying my tribe?”


    “Hawkmen King, do you remember the eagle’s Nest Peak Hawkmen Tribe?”


    “eagle''s Nest Peak Hawkmen Tribe?”


    The Old Hawkmen King pondered.


    “Perhaps you’ve forgotten, but we haven’t. Our ancestors were from the Eagle’s Nest Peak Hawkmen Tribe. When we were weak, it was your Hawkmen King’s court that drained the blood of our tribe. My father, my grandfather, all were sacrificed as cannon fodder in the Titans'' and Dragons'' wars!”


    “Today, we come for revenge! Did you ever think that the mighty Hawkmen King’s court would be destroyed by the very tribe you once looked down upon?”


    Jano laughed loudly, not waiting for the Old Hawkmen King to speak further, and cleaved his head from his shoulders.


    As the severed head flew through the air, the Old Hawkmen King suddenly realized something.


    “Back then, the place where my most gifted son’s descendants lived, wasn’t it Eagle’s Nest Peak?”


    If I hadn’t done what I did back then, would the outcome have been different?


    With boundless regret, the Old Hawkmen King’s consciousness faded into darkness.