He'd investigated after that incident and learned the name belonged to an Abyss Demon Lord, the legendary ancestor of the Gnolls.
'But Lynch never imagined that guy was actually targeting him. And he'd gone to such lengths to set up this death trap?!'
'What a fucking shameless bastard! A high and mighty Abyss Lord can't even handle Elegy's own mother, so he has the gall to come after a mere human like me? His mind is smaller than the eye of a needle!'
Cursing aside, the current state of the battle left no room for stray thoughts.
The Gnolls' death-defying charge had already crashed into his lines.
Lynch quickly suppressed his stray thoughts, calmed himself, and began to issue commands in an orderly fashion.
"Front-rank Black Corpse units, hold the line! Skeleton fodder, fill in the gaps."
"Musketeers, fire at will! Aim for the big ones."
"Order the left and right flanks to converge toward the center as planned. Tighten the encirclement and swallow this entire Gnoll horde!"
