Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Fifty ice monsters were closing in from all directions, their ranks in order.
“Ahh…”
“Oh, Lord…”
Powerless sighs echoed here and there, but Sir Ilma couldn’t even think of encouraging them.
Thanks to the might of the four Bins controlled by Prince Morres, they had been pushing through the numerical disadvantage with sheer tenacity.
As high as their morale had been, the appearance of these creatures was doubly fatal. The overwhelming force that had been dominating the enemy had turned into a power more than ten times greater, coming back at them in full force.
“It’s over! We’re all done for!”
“Has the Lord finally abandoned Zigsmunt!”
Terrified soldiers began to step back one by one.
Clang! Clatter!
Some dazed soldiers even let their weapons slip from their hands.
Startled back to her senses, Sir Ilma belatedly raised her voice and shouted.
“What are you staring at so stupidly! Hurry and reform the ranks! The Glacier Trolls are coming! Are you just going to watch as they trample the territory!”
But her stern cry was insufficient to awaken the soldiers.
Why wouldn’t it be?
“Commander! This seems…”
Even the renowned Wolf Knight Order was so intimidated by the enemy’s majesty that their hands were trembling.
Grrr-
Taking advantage of the moment, the Lycanthropes, who had fully recovered their sight, readied themselves.
Creak. Creak.
Over the wounds cut and stabbed by weapons, their muscles contracted tightly, stopping the bleeding.
The soldiers’ eyes were filled with fear as they watched the monsters begin to move as if nothing had happened. They knew about their regenerative abilities, but had it ever felt this threatening…