Not only because of their sheer numbers.
But also because they had received help from the local ratfolk of the Golden Clan.
One had to understand that "ratfolk" was not a biological concept.
Rather, it was a collective term for countless failures who had been eliminated in wars, trials, gladiatorial contests, and Coming-of-Age Ceremonies.
From a biological perspective, the ratfolk and warriors living in the same town had no great differences in either appearance or genes. They very likely even shared blood ties as intricate as tangled threads.
Without the enhancements of Totem Armor, there was no insurmountable gap in fighting strength between warriors and ratfolk, no gap that could not be bridged through sheer numbers.
Most ratfolk under the Golden Clan also possessed the bloodlines of Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards, along with fangs, claws, and fiercer temperaments than cloven-hoofed ratfolk.
Wild and unruly, they were even less willing to submit to their masters' discipline. They possessed a stronger spirit of resistance and had sharper, deeper conflicts with the rulers of the Golden Clan.
Thus, over the past several thousand years, they had suffered even crueler, even more tyrannical treatment at the hands of their masters.
Several millennia of blood debts had long condensed into a living volcano ready to erupt at a touch.
The rise of the Great Horned Legion had thoroughly detonated the hatred of the Golden Clan's ratfolk, a hatred hotter than lava.
When the Great Horned Legion's blade point reached their towns, they rose up one after another, answering the Great Horned Rat God's summons. Working from within and without, they joined their "true brethren" in driving their damned masters from the cities, even wiping them out on the spot.
These ratfolk, who also possessed sharp claws and fangs and differed from their masters only