Archibald looked at the human several dozen kilometers away, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.
"Attack."
As the drums began to sound, the Gnoll overseers brandished bone whips and urged the Goblins and Kobolds to drink the Black Magic Potion.
Under the lash of the bone whips, tens of thousands of Goblins and Kobolds pulled out the wooden stoppers and poured the foul-smelling liquid from bamboo barrels into their mouths.
Within the formation, several thousand Gnoll overseers watched the Goblins and Kobolds about to transform. They threw away their bone whips and fled toward the rear on all fours.
Before long, the Goblins and Kobolds began to swell, turning into pure beasts and letting out meaningless roars.
Several thousand Lizardmen stepped to the front of the formation, took out their instruments, and began playing in a steady rhythm.
Under the special melody, the hundred thousand dark beasts quieted down and lay silently on the ground, listening to the music.
On the command platform, Archibald looked at the transformed cannon fodder. Without wasting any time, he directly gave the order to attack.
These dark beasts could only exist for five hours. He could not afford to waste even a moment.
Upon receiving the order, the Lizardman musicians suddenly changed their melody, making it more fervent.
The hundred thousand dark beasts rose to their feet, roared, and charged toward the human army formation several kilometers away.
Behind the dark beasts, several thousand Blackstone Ogres served as the vanguard, leading five thousand Gnoll Soldiers, five thousand Lizardman Soldiers, and twenty thousand Blackblood Ratman Soldiers as they slowly jogged forward.
On the human Middle Army command platform, Velin watched the rolling black tide approach. Expressionless, he raised a hand and brought it down sharply.
Having received the order, the officer of the Magic