Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
"Charge!"
As the mist dispersed, the fetchlings were surprised to find the army, which initially seemed kilometers away, at their doorsteps. With the gates already burnt to ashes by the dragon, there was nothing to stop the charge of the Dragon City forces.
“Kill!”
Even relatively timid folks were inundated in the battlefield’s bloodlust. Rationality and composure were thrown away in favor of an unstoppable desire to slaughter their enemies.
The beastmen were full of excitement. They had grown up in such situations, and warfare had been branded onto their bones. With glee, they raised their blades and hacked the bodies of their victims.
Squelch
Steel cleaved through flesh as the malnourished fetchlings were overrun by the beastmen. The dry soils quickly ran red with their blood and innards.
Occasionally, some fetchlings would thrust their wooden spears at their aggressors, but these would hardly make any headway before being stopped by the beastmen’s thick muscles and armor. Their primitive weapons were thus rendered even more ineffective.
At the backlines, Sisna calmly dictated down orders. Occasionally she would order the priests and druids to release spells to cure the beastmen of the poison-laced onto the enemies’ arrows.
The human soldiers hid between the gaps of the beastmen. At first, they did not proactively attack due to fear, but soon they had no choice but to implement their training.
They would raise their wooden shields to block the opponent’s wooden spears and chop with their swords. On their left and right sides were comrades who would support them. Under this stimulation, their innate violence was completely released as they marched forward.
The elves located in the rear of the battlefield shot their arrows with exquisite precision. Their skills allowed them to reap lives with each twang of their bows, and in the unlikely event that any stragglers made their way to them, the opponent would soon fall to their sharpened blades.
Sisna and Lysfer did not directly join in the slaughter. One wielded a bow
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