Faster!
Faster!
Even faster!
The Human Cavalry racing at full speed no longer cared about concealment, nor did they care about the Raptor Cavalry waiting in formation ahead.
Because they knew that compared to those flesh-and-blood entities, the shapeless Thunderstorm Elementals made entirely of energy behind them were far more terrifying.
If they wanted to survive this mad plan, they had to fight the Trolls ahead to the death and tear open an escape route.
That way, the Thunderstorm Elementals would shift their targets to the Trolls instead of themselves.
After all, to elementals, all flesh-and-blood creatures were the same.
Trolls, Elves, and humans had no fundamental difference.
Watching over a hundred cavalrymen charge at several times their number of Raptor Cavalry in such a "heroic" manner, Gale could not help smugly asking, "It looks like your plan to hold us back by every possible means has failed, hasn't it?"
"Oh? What makes you say that?"
Allen deliberately put on an exhausted expression and wiped the blood spatter from his face.
At this moment, at least a dozen raptors and Troll riders lay dead around him.
There was no need to ask. These Trolls had continued their usual tradition of rotating challengers, intending to tire him to death.
Although Sacred Duel stipulated that both sides could only send one person for a one-on-one fight to the death.
It did not explicitly state that, once a duel ended, they could not continuously challenge the same person.
If they had been honor-minded Vrykul or exceptionally proud Elves, out of respect for the strong, they would not shamelessly keep hounding one person.
But Trolls clearly did not belong in that category.
Or rather, their understanding of "honor" differed somewhat from that of other races.
Though these guys appeared to obey the rules of