"Prepare the Charging Spear for a charge!"
"Charge!"
"Kill!"
The thunderous sound of hooves was accompanied by the knights' war cries. Those barbarian mercenaries who reacted quickly had already started to run, but how could they possibly outrun the charging warhorses?
From discovery to engagement happened in a flash, only chaotic shouts were heard in the darkness, and no one could clearly see what was happening.
When it finally calmed down and the torches were lit, they illuminated the Order of Knights led by Bruce.
And the scattered corpses on the ground, wearing armor was futile, as lances pierced through them, iron hooves trampling over, leaving only a bloody mess.
Individual bravery vanished in the face of superior equipment, which was why the priest of the Fang Tribe understood that even with Warwolf ascending to legendary status, it only increased internal competition.
After all, weren't there enough legendary barbarians encircled and killed in past great battles?
