The Ratmen commander's madness startled every Ratman present.
None of them had expected the battle before them to reach this point. Quite a few Ratmen no longer even knew what they should do.
Looking at the huge stretch of vines in the distance that had forcibly altered the battlefield, occupying the very center and pressing in on the entire battlefield space.
Those vines were blocking the way. If they were not dealt with, they would inevitably hamper the efficiency of their assault.
The Ratmen commander was undoubtedly well aware of this.
"Relay my order. Have the spellcasters use Blood Burst Technique. The target area is the region covered by those vines!"
That order immediately gave the adjutant beside him quite a scare.
"Commander, there are still plenty of trolls and regular soldiers in that area! There are even spellcasters!"
The slaves at the bottom of the ranks were one thing, but regular soldiers—especially Rat Demons and Ratmen spellcasters—were expensive troops to them as well. If they blew them all up with Blood Burst Technique, how would they explain themselves to the clan chief afterward?!
Yet the Ratmen commander did not care about any of that.
"Are you questioning my order?!"
His crimson eyes made his face look especially ferocious. Under that stare, the adjutant immediately broke into a cold sweat, realizing with absolute clarity that if he dared voice even one more word of doubt, he would certainly die!
"I wouldn't dare!"
Could the Ratmen commander not have thought of what the adjutant had?
But in the Ratmen commander's eyes, the Rat Demons, Ratmen spellcasters, and regular soldiers already swept up by those vines were not much different from the dead.
If this situation caused their subsequent operations to become hamstrung, that would be the truly fatal outcome.
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