Amid heavy, chaotic footsteps, an army like a black tide poured into this plain overgrown with luminous mushrooms, lichens, and moss. The exit was roughly a mile wide; with every breath, more than a thousand men could flood into the plain.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the tens of thousands of warriors under Arthur's command had begun wreaking havoc across the plain. They hacked countless giant mushrooms into pulp, spraying their faintly fishy juices everywhere. Many soldiers were smeared all over with mushroom juice, their bodies gleaming brightly.
Great herds of herbivorous abyss creatures fled their nests in panic, scurrying toward the lake. But while those peasant soldiers might not have been much good at war, they were all expert hunters. Tens of thousands of sturdy young men who had only just changed professions from farmers, hunters, and woodcutters into soldiers swarmed forward, and every herbivore within a dozen miles was swept clean away.
Some simply lit bonfires, laughing and joking as they washed and skinned those unlucky little creatures, then roasted them over the flames.
It was utter chaos, a complete shambles.
Lin Qi set up camp by the lake with his men. Nearly a hundred earth-element mages raised a thick rock wall twenty meters high beside the camp, sealing the entire encampment safely within. Watching the soldiers scurrying about like headless flies, he could not help turning to glance at the distant castle.
The castle's master had not seized the chance to attack. Otherwise, a charge by merely a thousand well-trained heavy cavalrymen would have left none of those tens of thousands of disordered soldiers alive. Lin Qi let out a heavy breath. Presumably, the castle's master had been intimidated by the sheer number of soldiers. Their combat power might have been abysmal, but there