As a Silver High-Tier warrior facing one High-Bronze Tier Lizardman Warrior, over a dozen Bronze-grade Lizardman Warriors, and some insignificant cannon fodder, Velin felt no pressure at all.
With a single swing, he cleaved a Lizardman Warrior in half without the slightest difficulty.
Blood sprayed everywhere. Every time Velin swung his sword, another Lizardman lost its life.
"Warriors, attack him from below!"
"All other servants, fire the Fire Arrows! Don't get tangled up with him!"
As the deputy captain, the High-Bronze Tier Lizardman Warrior stayed hidden at the rear, ready to retreat at any moment.
As an intelligent warrior, he was worlds apart from those brainless clansmen. He had no intention of ending up like his unlucky captain, pinned to the ground by a Spear.
When he saw flames appear within the inner circle, the cunning High-Bronze Tier Lizardman Warrior grabbed one of his own kind and ran backward at full speed.
Watching the big fish get away, Velin swung his sword and cut three Lizardman Warriors blocking his path in half at the waist. He then pulled the Spear from the Lizard Warrior's body and hurled it at the fleeing Lizardman.
Seeing the Spear flying through the air, the High-Bronze Tier Lizardman Warrior threw the clansman in his hand aside and ran with all his strength.
"What a cunning creature."
After casually clearing out the low-level Lizardman Warriors and Lizard Servants around him, Velin's expression darkened as he watched the leader vanish into the distance.
It had actually used one of its own kind as a shield to weaken the Spear's force and alter its trajectory.
"My lord, the Lizardmen's Fire Arrows burned some fodder. There were no other losses, and it is within the normal range of transport losses," Kyle reported after extinguishing the sparks.
"Strengthen the watch.