354 Honor Points

The white horse of Great Centenarian fell to the ground. The arrow had penetrated its eye and brain, so it couldn't be saved.

The leg of Great Centenarian was crushed underneath the white horse, the bones fractured. However, he couldn't feel any pain since he had adjusted the pain level to zero.

He was overwhelmed by sadness as he stared at the dead horse and screamed in hopelessness. Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men fearlessly charged out, as did the Humans, Fairies, and Elves with their inferior equipment.

…

There were reflections of blades and flashes of swords.

"Swoosh!"

Great Centenarian watched his arm fly off. Despite the loss of his arm, he tried his best to slash his sword, the greedy eyes of the Gnome before him inflaming his anger.

"For Victoria City!"