On a desolate stone ground, the ground faintly trembled.
The clanging sound of metal weapons cut against rocks.
The footsteps of horses stomped on the ground.
There were also the sounds of shouting and rocks that whistled through the air.
It was deafening.
From afar, Mike and Timus could feel that there seemed to be a fierce battle going on there.
"Teacher, do you really not need help?"
Timus had a worried look on his face. He wanted to speed up his pace, but he had no choice but to follow Mike's footsteps and slow down.
He knew very well that his centaur friends were fighting the stone giants in the canyon ahead.
He really wanted to help, but his teacher just pretended to be calm.
When Mike heard Timus's question, he did not seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he said calmly, "Have faith and confidence in your friends. They can handle this battle."