Those fierce and battle-hardened Minotaurs fell one after another along the road, with no more dignity than pigs waiting to be slaughtered. To everyone, it felt like an empty dream, something they still found difficult to believe.
Although the two sides had been enemies, witnessing lives vanish like worthless weeds was still so shocking that everyone felt their throats growing uncontrollably dry.
"Cough, cough." The Lord cleared his throat, and the scene instantly fell so silent that one could hear a pin drop as everyone waited for him to reveal the truth.
"Hert, go capture that Shaman for me first." The moment he opened his mouth, however, he took the conversation in an entirely different direction.
Hert whistled and galloped away with several clansmen.
"Richard, stop keeping us in suspense." Annie had heard his plan long ago, but now that everything had settled, she suddenly wanted very much to hear it again.
"Actually, once you put it into words, it's worth less than a penny. You simply didn't dare think of it." The Lord had no intention of keeping it to himself.
"The larger a living creature is, the heavier the burden on its heart. That's a law governing all things. Although Minotaurs are skilled warriors, they're ultimately mortal creatures and cannot escape that limitation. Their hearts are already struggling to support such enormous bodies." To those who didn't know the truth, Richard's confident explanation made him look every bit like a master of magic.
It would have been even better if he actually understood some magic.
A true master could explain things in a single sentence. Some people who reacted quickly and had flexible minds, such as Robbie, already wore an enlightened expression after hearing this.
"Semi-Berserk State, Berserk Art, and Bloodlust Art all have excellent effects. But they