Chapter 925 Choosing To Strike
A large number of deserters fled from the battlefield behind them and did not even dare to look back.
The battlefield ahead was littered with corpses and broken limbs. Blood flowed everywhere, dyeing the river red.
At the front of the battlefield, Herbert stood at the back of the troops, observing the battle.
He was dumbfounded by the humans charging at the trolls one after another but not even killing a single troll.
"How could this be? These trolls shouldn't have such strength!"
"What the hell? Why is this happening?"
Bart, who was beside him, asked in horror, "Father, do we still have a chance? Why don't we take the family property and escape?"
"Escape your ass! The family property is the large grassland here. If you can take it away, then take it!"
"What should we do? We can't just die here, right?"
"You're not the one who's going to die. Why are you panicking?"