"Really?"
Alston immediately looked at him with delight.
Carson replied with a serious expression, "You know me, Captain. I never joke around."
Especially not in such a dangerous situation.
Alston stopped in his tracks as he prepared to retreat, then turned back. While cutting down Goblins, he looked into the distance.
Sure enough, the Goblin army gradually seemed less orderly than before.
Rather than that, it was absurd enough that creatures as dim-witted as Goblins could form such neat ranks in the first place. Even human armies needed a long period of training and coordination to arrange themselves into orderly battle formations.
All that could be said was that the Goblin Spellcaster's command over its own kind, almost like "Mind Control," was truly outrageous.
Ally also revealed a delighted expression. If the Goblins were beginning to fall into chaos, did that mean...
Alston had thought of the same thing, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Sure enough, he had not merely gone to investigate. He had gone to solve the problem.
"Charging Bull Squad, keep fighting!"
He took a deep breath and pulled himself together. "Drive back every one of these damned green-skinned runts!"
The other adventurer squads were much the same. Aside from a few seriously injured members, even those whose stamina was nearly exhausted gritted their teeth and continued fighting.
After all, they had finally seen the light of victory.
This was the hardest yet most motivating moment since the battle began. The people of Falling Leaf Village had also heard the news from the adventurers. Those injured young villagers who could still move ignored the village healers' advice and picked up weapons to rejoin the battlefield.
Ally swung her aching arms as she charged forward again and again, seeming to hope she would see something.