They had once again accomplished an incredible feat that was previously unimaginable, holding off the charge of four to five hundred Berserk Minotaurs with just a dozen or so men.
Every last one of them, all the Beastman Guards, collapsed onto the ground, their faces beaming with pride.
The Lord took a look around. Of the reinforcements who had come with him, only four or five were severely wounded; the rest all had minor injuries.
However, these so-called severe injuries weren't life-threatening for now. They would recover as long as they waited for Sam's Treatment.
Wait...
The Lord paused, looking around. "Where's Old Si?"
Though he had focused most of his energy on the Minotaurs before him, he had still paid occasional attention to the condition of the men behind him.
That was why the Barbarians had survived. His protection had played an undeniable role.
