Chill of Fear

At almost the exact moment Roderick created a sliver of space, the two soldiers behind him carrying spears immediately stepped forward. Their sharp spearheads crossed from either side like scissors, instantly stabbing the Sauron axeman who had been knocked back and sending him crashing to the ground!

Another soldier quickly picked up a spare spear from one of his fallen comrades and thrust it into Roderick's hands!

"Catch, Roderick!"

The tiny gap in the battle line was filled in an instant! The Carnford Army's line once again became as solid as a rock!

Roderick took the spear and gasped for breath, his heart pounding wildly. His brush with death had sent his adrenaline surging.

He glanced at the corpse of the Sauron soldier he had used as a shield. His expression was complicated, but it was soon replaced by an even more intense killing intent.

That was war. Either you died, or I did!

"For Carnford! Kill!" he roared, once again pointing his spear forward and merging into the forest of steel!

At the center of the battlefield, the Sauron Army's Main Corps, personally led by Acton, was launching a furious assault like a violent storm against the core of the Carnford Army's line—the seemingly weakest section, made up of the Militia Camp!

However, the development of the battle was completely beyond Acton's expectations. It even sent waves of chill through him.

The fighting spirit and tenacity displayed by these militiamen were actually no weaker than those of the better-equipped and more extensively trained Carnford Main Corps on either side!

Their tightly packed spear formation was like a steel hedgehog curled into a ball. Weapons of all lengths—the extra-long spruce spears, halberds with hooked blades, and heavy swords and shields—worked together flawlessly, attacking in alternating waves to form an unbroken,