Brutal Little Fellow (4)
編輯: Atlas Studios
The guards were in a state of panic. It was at this moment that they realized that the first wave earlier on was just an appetizer from the allied forces and that this was the true battle.
General Mark's expression turned uglier by the minute, and he immediately commanded the archers. "Continue to shoot! Aim straight at the five black witches!"
The archers pulled their bows with trembling fingers. All the arrows that were released were destroyed by the black magic of the black witches.
The ray of hope diminished bit by bit.
Laughter rang among the allied forces, and traveling through the air into General Mark's ears, their laughter was laced with sarcasm and ridicule.
General Mark clenched his sword tightly as he looked at the soldiers who lost all morale. Suddenly, he flipped up onto his horse and was prepared to lead by example and charge toward the allied forces' camp.
They could be defeated but could not be afraid!