Mais Hoyland nodded blankly. He knew little about noble circles, because he had never been raised to inherit an earl's title.
Mais only knew that nobles needed to maintain appearances, so he could not understand why Fas and the others rigged matches.
Fas stabbed another Gnoll to death, but unfortunately, the spearhead got lodged in the Gnoll's body. Fas could only abandon the spear and retreat into the Shield Formation.
"Put it this way, my senior brothers all rig matches. When some of them ruin their reputation among the Free People in Baltahan by fixing matches, they go to Tiar to swindle people instead."
Raising his shield, Fas said, "Stop thinking about useless things. Follow Henry and break through the Half-Orc battle line. Tear open the left flank and link up with the Seventh and Eleventh Legions!"
At that moment, after the serfs had torn open a gap with their lives, the Veteran Spearmen braced their long spears. Without much effort, they could create a dead zone simply through the reach and mass of their weapons.
If the Gnolls and Kobolds wanted to push forward, they had to shove aside the long spears—or be stabbed straight through. And this was a dead zone formed by the overlapping spears of four to six men.
Once all the elite troops gathered together, they instantly broke through the Half-Orcs' lines and began a bloody slaughter.
Sunlight filtered through sparse clouds and fell upon the Tian Yin Plains. Several cold arrows from Fox-people hung from Henry's body, while his warhammer gleamed with a chilling light beneath the sun.
"Calradia!!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the left-flank battlefield.
"Kill!"
As Henry's cry sparked a roar from the human soldiers, the Half-Orcs began to stir uneasily.
They could not understand human language, but they had