Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 175 - Spirited Away By A Skill
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 060: Ground Control Palace, Everlasting Nether Capital!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 141: Sealed Artifact
"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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