"Damn it! This Awakened Being is too strong! We can't hold on much longer!"
As more and more people suffered grievous injuries while the Awakened Being had yet to sustain any fatal wounds, a very young girl who looked only thirteen or fourteen finally could not hold back a despairing cry.
At this moment, her left arm had long since vanished without a trace, leaving only a short stump of upper arm attached to her shoulder.
There was no need to ask to know that she was a warrior who had just been pulled from the training camp to serve as cannon fodder. She had only recently learned to control Life Energy, and even that was shaky at best.
In other words, the Organization was so desperately short of manpower that it had thrown nearly every Claymore who had only just mastered Life Energy onto the battlefield as reserves.
Because that was the minimum threshold for fighting the Awakened Beings of the Northern Lands.
If one had not even mastered Life Energy, then unless they possessed astonishing talent like Teresa or Priscilla, they were not even qualified to fight these powerful Awakened Beings.
In fact, the Organization's Claymore training camps had never held many people, maintaining only around two to three hundred trainees.
From No. 1 to No. 47, whenever one died, another was added. In theory, there was no need to keep too many in reserve.
Especially over the past decade, the Abyssals and Awakened Beings had generally remained holed up in the Northern Lands. The power to decide the elimination and replacement of current Claymores was basically held by the Organization's executives, so there had never been a situation where massive casualties suddenly occurred overnight.
"Shut up! Calm down! We haven't lost yet!" another blood-eyed Claymore barked.
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