Inside the Indigenous Coalition's command post, the atmosphere shifted from its earlier excitement to grimness and fury.
"The flank has fallen! Heavy losses!"
"Damn it! Who is that guy?!"
"We can't lock onto his position!"
The Knight commander stared at the scorched area on the map that figure had "plowed" through, his face ashen.
Their proud ambush plan had been completely thrown into disarray by an unforeseen variable.
That wizard's presence was like a sharp thorn driven viciously into their great net.
"Mobilize the troops! Spare no cost to encircle and eliminate him!" he ordered sharply.
Large numbers of Native troops began splitting off from the formation surrounding the valley, closing in on Benjamin's location.
They intended to rely on their numerical advantage and a tighter encirclement to force that wizard into revealing an opening.
Elite squads equipped with special magical items and totems were dispatched in every direction, attempting to predict and intercept Benjamin's route.
At the heart of the battlefield, Benjamin naturally sensed the shift in pressure with perfect clarity.
"Hm? Even more are coming." Benjamin watched the Native troops pouring in from every direction.
Unfortunately, simply increasing their numbers was useless against Benjamin. He understood the essence of guerrilla warfare well, cycling through several Movement Rune Artifacts and never allowing himself to remain in one place for too long.
Yet just as Benjamin enjoyed this one-sided "hunt," gradually dismantling the Indigenous Coalition's outer defenses, trouble arose inside the valley.
The trapped apprentices' defensive line finally collapsed.
Even though Benjamin had drawn most of the fire, the Native troops besieging the apprentices within were still numerous and well-trained.
After realizing Benjamin's threat, the Natives had even stopped caring about losses, launching attacks with near-madness.
The Shamans exerted their strength together, curses and weakening spells blanketing Horn's Rock Fortress.