"I command you to immediately cast Bloodlust Art and Stone Skin on the enemy Minotaurs." Richard tossed his head and pointed into the distance, feeling that his pose was quite dashing and befitting of a famous general.
"Exactly! We have shamans too, and even more than they do." Robbie wore a satisfied smile, like a drowning man who had seized the last lifeline. "Wait, you said that wrong, didn't you? You should cast them on..."
Thanks to being bribed with dried meat and disciplined with a whip some time ago, the Hum-Ha Duo listened to Lord more than anyone else. Their dull minds made them easier to command. After a brief incantation, an earthen-yellow halo descended from above.
At first, the Minotaurs had stood too close together in order to receive Berserk Art as fully as possible. After launching their charge, they had eyes only for the enemy ahead and had no chance to spread out. They still maintained an extremely dense formation, so Stone Skin's effect almost covered every Minotaur.
Under the effects of Stone Skin, their footsteps immediately grew heavier, and the speed of their charge slowed considerably. However, it was obvious that the big brutes' hides would become much tougher.
The surrounding Goatfolk vassal warriors were delighted. In their panic, the enemy had actually cast Stone Skin on their own overlords. They must have been so frightened that they were on the verge of collapse. Perhaps they would not need to pay any price at all to seize the precious iron mine and earn the Shaman's praise.
Nehru had barely begun chanting when Lord slapped him to the ground. "I said to cast it on the enemy Minotaurs."
"What?" Nehru stared at Richard with his mouth half open, unable to believe his ears. He had indeed been