This Magic could make them forget their fear, buying him some time.
After all, even the most cowardly Timid Demon would dare to attack a High Tier Demon when empowered by this Curse.
They wouldn't stop their bloodlust until the Magic wore off or they ran out of stamina.
The Demons, clutching their weapons, began to close in again, their eyes filled with madness as reason abandoned them.
Unfortunately, the Demon Wizard had forgotten one thing: there was another way to dispel this kind of buffing Magic—just kill the recipient.
The Lord leaped straight off his wolf's back, letting it fight on its own. He then tossed away the Giant Sword that was now just a hilt, drew the Mithril Holy Sword from his waist, and charged straight for the distant Horned Demon Wizard with a roar.
'Caster units are always the first target to kill before a battle begins,' the Lord thought. 'They're just as important as the commander.'
