"So fast!" Using the Eye of Insight, Lynch naturally saw everything. He pulled out a scroll, placed it in his palm, and said to Soka, "Shoot at anything that approaches the illusion I created; just don't get nervous."
At this mont, the beastn had only heard two muffled sounds and still didn't know what had happened. Only a very few standing high up on the ruins saw the death of the troll by the river. Although those gray creatures have strong regenerative abilities, able to grow back even if an arm is chopped off, they definitely have no fighting capability after suddenly losing their heads. The beastn shouted, using crude pronunciation and mouths full of spittle to inform their companions, "There's an enemy by the river, you all go and see what happened quickly!"
A few of them dropped the pieces of at by their mouths, which were clearly not food made by humans. If not from the carcasses of horses fallen on the battlefield, then from dead villagers. To the beastn, food obtained from barns was of equal status to the corpses dragged back from battlefields. So even believed that eating powerful enemies would grant them their strength, thereby making themselves stronger.
With heavy steps, the beastn wielded their axes and moved north, flinging down many clumps of sticky blood along the way. However, even with her eyes closed, Zilvra could determine the enemies' positions solely by the dull breathing and endless chatter. Three short darts swiftly skimd over grass leaves, flying simultaneously toward three different targets, aiming at the parts that the beastn used to make noise. Before their companions could react, the three beastn were already clutching their throats, looking in disbelief at the black blood gushing between their fingers, dead.
If it were nightti now, no one would have noticed such an attack. From start to finish, without giving the enemy a chance to call for help, everything proceeded quietly and lethally.
The few who survived roared in anger, cursing in Beastman language at the "cowards hiding, gutless, disgusting dung worms." The richness of such vocabulary in their language made it impossible to describe thoroughly in human language, so it won't be further explained here.
The dwarf's battle cry almost sounded along with the beastn's shouts, marking the mont Morgan chopped down the first enemy. He nearly didn't stop, rging the motions of charging and attacking into one. Despite his small stature, the powerful force from his stocky body combined perfectly with the strength of his swinging arms, making it impossible for the beastn to withstand such attacks.
"On the stone, witness the might of Red Beard Morgan!" The dwarf used his warhamr to successively shatter the enemies' knees and heads, then resolved the next fool who dared stand before him the sa way. "You foul-slling black things, with nothing but disgusting horse dung in your heads! You maggots feeding on carrion! You bloody water-drinking rats! You..."
Sotis, the way dwarves speak is hard to convey in other languages.
In contrast, Macken the knight's attack thod was much more "conventional." He drew a short spear from his back and hurled it with all his might at those holding crossbows, chilling them first. After observing the enemy's distribution, he then took out that massive Family Inheritance Sword and charged into the beastn's formation, carefully advancing alongside Morgan.
"Sword of Evil Slayer, today what it stains is the blood of beastn!" Macken blocked an enemy's attack, smoothly slicing off their fingers, and then it was the enemy's heads. "Not flaming giant dragon, not lightning-wielding giants, but still, what you slay are evil monsters, never unworthy of the glory you've earned!"
The sudden attack disrupted the beastn's deploynt, and the appearance of these resistors excited those still searching for loot. Blood, only blood, could truly stimulate the nerves of these warlike beings. They abandoned their mundane excavation tasks, brandishing axes and stone clubs as they rushed forward.
Zilvra had already shifted out of her assassination attack mode. Such speed obviously couldn't et the needs of battle. Even though the attackers' appearances were finally visible, the beastn still couldn't track the attack paths. Zilvra kept darting through the beastn ranks with agile moves, and although she didn't strike often, every attack made sure to take an enemy's life. The beastn launched attacks on the darting shadow, either sweeping or slashing diagonally, but they ended up hitting nothing more than afterimages or their own companions. Such maneuvering seed extrely dangerous, but Zilvra had no choice but to use this thod to evade the crossbown stationed on the rooftops.
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