Chaos!
Utter chaos!
Even now, the True Born leader's mind was still a blank.
He couldn't understand what had happened.
And that stupid bastard—was his brain full of shit?
Even if you planned to settle the score afterward and wipe out these uppity half-breeds and slaves, you should at least have waited until they'd left!
"Stop! Stop!" The True Born leader swung his sword, cutting down several half-breeds. He shouted furiously, "You damn mongrels, stop right now, or I'll kill every last one of you!"
"If you stop now, I'll overlook your crimes!"
The True Born leader keenly realized that all this might have something to do with Alvin, so he hurriedly shouted at the rioting half-breeds.
But as soon as he finished speaking, several voices rang out from behind.
"Don't listen to him!"
"Brothers, we've already crossed the True Born today. If we let them go, they'll wipe us out before long!"
"They'll capture our families and friends!"
"We might as well fight them and kill every True Born here. Then no one will find out!"
Those few words sent the already-rioting half-breeds and slaves surging toward them like madmen.
The True Born leader was enraged. "Who said that? Who's spreading lies? Show yourself!"
But no one answered, and he had no chance to stop them.
No one was going to listen to him.
The True Born swung their butcher's blades at the half-breeds and slaves, slaughtering them without restraint.
They had superior equipment, powerful protective armor, and high-velocity firearms. This should have been an undisputed massacre.
But soon, the True Born leader, surrounded by the crowd, realized something was wrong.
Their True Born warriors were... dwindling!
On paper, the True Born warriors had an overwhelming advantage. Each one could take on dozens of slaves and half-breeds.
But as