The female priest was half-kneeling, supporting a young hunter covered in blood, the faint divine light in her hand slowly dimming.
She looked up, not rising, and shouted back, "You also think... it's time?"
Gollon's lips were tightly pressed, and he did not answer.
He did not want to retreat—no veteran wanted to actively shrink the battle line.
But he knew that if they did not retreat now, it would not be a retreat, but a rout.
"Send a signal to Gulen," he said decisively, "Have his'special mobile unit' ready to cover our retreat!"
Siye was startled, then stood up abruptly, gritting her teeth and nodding, "I'll go fire the flare!" She turned and ran towards the rear of the battle line.
"...Listen up, everyone!" Gollon roared while swinging his battle axe, charging to the front line, using his body to forcefully carve a temporary order out of the retreating tide, "Retreat according to the plan!"
"First squad go first, take the seriously wounded! Second squad take all necessities! Third squad, with bows, cover! Quick!"
His hoarse voice was like a bedrock, desperately stabilizing the last rhythm amidst the chaos.
The soldiers, as if grasping at a lifeline, instinctively followed orders, supporting each other as they surged backward.
And just as his roar fell—
"Whoosh—bang!"
A familiar golden-yellow flame suddenly shot into the sky from behind the battle line, then exploded.
Not only Ital'ruk's troops could see this signal flare, but Hamur, standing at the very rear of the battle line, could too.
"They're running!" He instantly understood the meaning of the signal flare and immediately commanded, "All troops, heed my order! Bite them to death! Don't let a single one escape!"
He violently drew the ceremonial dagger carved from a Mammoth tusk from his waist, and without hesitation, slashed a deep, bone-visible cut on his left arm!
Scalding blood gushed out, dripping onto the large runes already carved on the ground beneath his feet!
"Matos! Hear your servant's call!"
Hamur held up the blood-stained dagger, his voice distorted by fanaticism, ancient and hoarse prayers filled with primal, savage power.
"By my blood as a guide, by my soul as a sacrifice! Let your wrath descend, incinerate these blasphemers! Grant us the power to defeat our enemies!"
As he chanted and the blood soaked in, the runes beneath his feet suddenly erupted with dazzling red light!
An aura far more chilling and immense than any previous divine spell exploded from Hamur's center!
The air groaned as if frozen, and the temperature plummeted!
The sky instantly darkened, first with fine snow, then instantly turning into a raging blizzard mixed with ice pellets!
The pale sunset was distorted by an unseen force, and in the sky above Hamur's head, a massive, blurry spectral head of a Mammoth, composed of pure frost energy, suddenly materialized!
Its hollow eye sockets burned with an eerie blue soul fire, and a violent, bloodthirsty, everything-freezing will, like a tangible giant wave of ice, swept across the entire battlefield with a soul-crushing pressure!
All Frost Howl warriors seemed to be injected with a furious flow of ice, their eyes glowing with an unnatural red light, their strength and speed suddenly increasing!
At the same time, Hamur's adjutant received the signal and lit the wolf smoke on the high ground behind Frost Howl, symbolizing the general attack.
"All troops, assault! Target, the enemy's third line of defense! Turn that place into their graveyard!"
"The glory of Matos is with you!"
Hamur roared, holding up his bloodied blade, and the surrounding Frost Howl warriors echoed in unison!
The deep, mountain-collapsing battle horn once again shook the battlefield!
Over two hundred Frost Howl elites, empowered by divine might, like ice-plain beasts unleashed from chains, trampled over the corpses of comrades and enemies in the blizzard, charging towards the retreating Ital'ruk army with unprecedented speed and fearless madness!
Gollon was leading the last rearguard squad in a desperate fight, and although his whirlwind axe attacks were impenetrable, he was instantly overwhelmed by enemies several times his number, who appeared like madmen!
They were like reefs in a raging storm, on the verge of being completely swallowed!
It was at this critical moment—
"Roar—!!!"
A loud, furious dragon roar, like a thunderclap tearing through the sky, suddenly exploded from the flank!
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