767. Two Fists Against Four Hands

"For the boat tickets!"

"Kill these Sauron mongrels!"

No one knew who let out that hoarse cry, but it was like a fuse lighting a powder keg!

"Kill!!!"

The silent encirclement erupted in an instant! Hundreds upon thousands of Shantytown Area civilians, defeated soldiers, thugs... all the desperate outlaws whipped up by Werner's cruel order, driven by despair and greed, surged like floodwaters bursting a dike, launching a frenzied, cost-be-damned assault from both ends of the alley at the scant few Sauron soldiers trapped in the middle!

In an instant, the battle shifted from a clash between elite squads into a bloody hunt by a desperate mob against isolated prey!

The state of the battle reversed completely the moment the Shantytown Area resisters poured in like a tide.

The Sauron elites, who had been wantonly slaughtering routed soldiers, women, and children just moments before, turned from hunters into prey locked onto by countless maddened gazes in the blink of an eye.

The narrow alley became a death trap. The absolute advantage in numbers drowned out individual valor.

The first to suffer disaster was none other than Battle Group Commander Lainer's fierce subordinate, Decurion Agata.

Just a few seconds earlier, Agata had relied on his ferocious strength and fine equipment to thoroughly suppress Webber.

With one slash, he shattered the crude round shield Webber had been using to block, a makeshift thing bound together from broken tabletop planks, sending wood chips flying! Immediately after, he swept out with a vicious horizontal cut that slammed heavily into Webber's already-notched shortsword!

"Clang!" A piercing, brittle ring split the air!

Webber felt the web between his thumb and forefinger tear open. An irresistible force crashed through him, and the shortsword that had accompanied him through years of battle actually snapped in the middle! Half