Fatal Resolve

This final sweep by the Raptor Cavalry on both wings had gone as smoothly as could be.

As the only fierce general on this battlefield capable of charging through traps, Tash was displaying his valor to the fullest. After cutting down two or three dozen Ratmen along the way, his gaze locked onto a certain figure mixed within the Rat Tide.

"Claw, prepare to die!!!"

There was no need for further words. At that moment, Tash had already recognized Claw's identity.

Amid his furious shout, the Crystal-Iron Spear in his hand stabbed toward Claw!

Claw, who had long since resolved to fight to the death, had both claws smeared with Lizardmen blood plasma. The moment he saw Tash attack, he said nothing and simply swung both claws repeatedly, flinging the plasma clinging to them at Tash like hidden weapons.

"You're the one who's going to die!"

The splattered blood plasma itself had no killing power, but if it landed in the eyes, it could effectively blind the opponent. That was precisely Claw's intention.

But unfortunately, a Raptor Cavalryman did not have only a pair of eyes.

Unlike warhorses, which cultivated trust with their knights before having their eyes covered and ears plugged, leaving every choice entirely to their knights, raptors often had minds of their own.

Sometimes, when danger appeared, the knight might not even have reacted yet, but the raptor would already have helped him dodge.

And this time was no different.

Faced with Claw's sudden attack of flying blood, the raptor immediately leaped repeatedly and dodged it.

But in exchange, it also interrupted Tash's pursuit.

Tash was not angered by this. After all, most of them understood the temperament of raptors.

Just as human cavalrymen needed to cultivate rapport with their warhorses, they also needed to cultivate rapport