It was the wail of metal being crushed to its absolute limit.
Everyone's breath caught in their throats.
The giant crocodile chieftain's sharp teeth had clamped down hard on Ola's left arm. From shoulder to elbow, his entire arm was engulfed in its massive maw!
The light from the enchanted armor's Runes flickered violently. Ola could clearly feel the alloy of his armor twisting and deforming in a heart-stopping way. 'Any longer,' he thought, 'and my bones will be crushed into a pulp with the metal slag!'
Due to the weight of his full plate armor, the giant crocodile couldn't lift Ola. It tried to drag him in frustration, but even that was a struggle.
The giant crocodile chieftain was enraged by this tough nut it couldn't crack.
A low growl rumbled deep in its throat.
The next moment, it began to writhe.
It began to spin madly, using its massive torso as an axis.
The Death Roll!
The most primitive hunting technique of crocodilian creatures.
