Chapter 106: Chapter 105: Gnoll
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Following the three explosions, three violent spheres of energy erupted around Marin.
Countless members of the Fox Race turned to look. ’That commotion just now... Did something happen to the general?’
At this moment, even the Fox Race Soldiers who had held their ground couldn’t help but feel their hearts leap into their throats.
’If the commander is dead, how can we possibly fight this war? Should we retreat or not?’
"I-I’m fine!"
Fortunately, after a long silence, Marin slowly climbed out from a pile of bodies.
The Beastman Soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief. A few adjutants immediately approached Marin with waterskins.
"I already said it! I’m fine! Notify Flaun! Tell them to attack immediately! Right now!" Marin slapped the waterskin away and commanded.
"General, perhaps we should..." The adjutants hesitated, looking at one another.
"Go now!" Marin finally lost his patience and roared.
"Yes, General!"
Only after all the officers and Soldiers had looked away did Marin shakily sit down.
Although he had just said he was fine, he felt as if his internal organs had been mangled. His skin was in bad shape too, but Marin had temporarily suppressed the injuries with Magic.
Unable to bear it any longer, Marin sat down, feeling something warm beneath him.
He looked down and saw the adjutant who had just died protecting him.
"Green..."
Marin stared blankly, then gently closed the adjutant’s eyes.
.....
"Quick! Bloodthirsty Jackal Wolfmen, advance! Faster!"
The explosions at the front hadn’t affected Flaun’s advance.
However, the arrival of Marin’s messenger just a few minutes later made him realize just how critical the situation was.
On the entire battlefield, they were now the only mobile force on the Beastmen’s side.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three more Magic Crystal Cannons fired. Watching the thinning ranks of the Fox Race People ahead, who were already starting to break, Flaun grit his teeth.
The current situation allowed him no room to breathe. If he couldn’t quickly relieve the pressure on the Fox Race Soldiers, the Fox Race’s collapse was only a matter of time.
The Kobolds in the meat grinder at the front were already deeply discontented. They had been backstabbed by their allies earlier, and even the most numb-witted creatures would eventually resolve to resist.
Many Kobolds were already fleeing from the front lines. It just didn’t look like a full-scale rout yet because of the nature of siege warfare and the constant stream of fresh Kobolds being sent up from the rear.
If the Fox Race People collapsed and no reinforcements arrived, these Kobolds certainly wouldn’t be stupid enough to stay behind and cover the retreat. The siege might even be turned around on them, with the defenders pushing them all the way back.
"We’re not waiting! All troops, on my command! All Bloodthirsty Jackal Wolfmen, enter your battle state! First squad, take the lead! Pierce through the center!" Flaun roared, mounting his Warg Mount.
"AWOOOO!"
Flaun raised his head to the moon, spread his arms, and let out a long howl. In the moonlight, his fur began to turn white, and he took on a regal, kingly aura.
In the legends of the Gnolls, the Wolf God Elus was a wolf whose fur and whiskers were pure white.
"AWOOOO!"
Following Flaun’s howl, the entire Gnoll army responded in kind. The somewhat loose-fitting cloth armor on their bodies was instantly filled out by bulging muscles.
As the pack howled, blood-red clouds began to form above the Gnoll army. But since it was night, the enemy shouldn’t be able to see them.
Once the Gnolls entered their bloodthirsty state, their rationality steadily declined.
As Flaun led his army charging past the Foxman Race’s position, several Magic Crystal Cannon shots landed right in their camp.
Due to their dense formation, these few Magic Crystal Cannon shots claimed several hundred lives in an instant. However, the blood-crazed Gnolls paid them no mind.
The deaths of their comrades only served to intensify the bloody aura above their heads. By the time the Gnolls reached the foot of the city walls, they could barely distinguish friend from foe and began attacking the Kobolds blocking their path.
"Damn it! These things have gone crazy!"
"Retreat! Fall back! Let them go first!"
"Make way! Make way! Make way for our allies!"
Allies they might be, but the Gnolls’ actions made it clear they didn’t see the Kobolds as people.
They were practically slaughtering their way to the enemy’s walls!
The Kobolds, whose morale was already low, had now been screwed over by their own side twice in one day.
They were already exhausted, treated as both cannon fodder and slaves, and now they were being slaughtered by their own allies!
Even the most docile race would have lost their temper by now!
So, many Kobolds chose to turn and run.
Although some tried to stop them, the ones shouting "stop" were probably the first ones to flee. The attacks were organized by tribe, and no one wanted to throw their lives away.
Fortunately, the Foxman and Gnoll disciplinary squads at the rear were still functioning, and the Kobold commotion was brought somewhat under control.
.....
At this moment, Flaun, charging at the very front, had no mind to spare for the situation behind him. His entire focus was on clearing a path forward.
Spotting the Magic Crystal Cannon Platform not far away, Flaun knew he had found his target.
"Charge! The first one on the wall gets a thousand Magic Crystals!" Flaun roared, launching a fierce assault.
The entire Gnoll tribe began to express their battle lust with wolfish howls.
On the Human Race’s walls, a full company of Warriors stood ready. The Tier Five fully Armored Warriors had secured every chokepoint, and Archers were in position on the ramparts.
The moment the Gnolls attacked, they would be met with hundreds, even thousands, of attacks from every angle, leaving no blind spots.
Meanwhile, on the Human walls.
"Is the Divine Water ready?" Robson asked, looking behind him. Bruce Priest had already arrived on the wall.
Based on Robson’s combat experience, whenever Beastmen were involved, they were bound to resort to some desperate, life-risking tactics.
"It’s ready, but... an enemy of this scale..." Bruce Priest trailed off, gulping as he stared at the massive blood-red cloud ahead.
"No matter. When the battle reaches a stalemate, just start splashing it," Robson said.
"As you command, my lord," Bruce Priest said.
’Since the boss has already given the order, it’s not my place to worry about it anymore.’
’Splash the water, then command the Priests to cast some Holy Light Techniques. As long as we dispel the enemy’s malevolent aura, everything should be fine.’
Watching Bruce Priest leave to command the Priests in the fortress, Robson turned his attention away from the Gnolls.
He had just heard the voices of Viscount Leo and Emil Knight, and it seemed Viscount Fuman was among them as well.
’I didn’t hear Claude, though. He shouldn’t be absent on an occasion like this. I guess he really is asleep.’
’With these men, plus my Tier Five Soldiers, we have more than enough.’
The most important thing for him now was to strike the snake at its vital point. He wondered if tonight’s battle could be the one to decide it all.
