Cheers occasionally drifted over from afar. Three seven-headed Serpent Lizard Beasts were attacking the rebel camp below the mountain. These enormous creatures already rose above the treetops from the chest up. When they seized rebels in their jaws and flung them into the air, their raised heads towered like spruces into the clouds. The beasts were covered in armor, even their heads locked inside spiked helmets, while layer upon layer of chainmail protected their long necks. The rebels' limp bows and spears had no effect at all. With one charge, the beasts trampled through the fortifications. The wooden walls creaked and snapped apart under the impact, while a row of iron men rushed out from the camp and were flattened beneath a single foot.
Facing such monsters, the rebels' psychological defenses finally collapsed. After screaming, they turned and fled in all directions. From the mountain, the White Lion Guard knights watched the Tier Four iron men made by the Artificer Wizards get slapped around like sheets of paper and clicked their tongues. They had known that these Serpent Lizard Beasts existed in Valhalla, but they had never expected them to be so powerful.
Could it be that Miss Monica guarded these treasures so carefully?
Dozens of gargoyles rose into the air and, under the command of a Wind Element giant, swept toward the Serpent Lizard Beasts in a wave that blotted out the sky. But at their tamer's command, the beasts turned their bodies sideways, revealing a two-story tower carried on their backs. Treant archers stood behind the battlements, elegant figures holding silver longbows. They drew their bows, and the creaking of strings echoed throughout the forest.
"Draw—"
"Loose!"
A rain of black arrows flew forth, forming a wall in midair. It swept over them like a hurricane, and in