The forest of steel spears directly severed the charge of the slave exchange's thousand-strong guard force in two, like a scarlet dividing line of death.
A few had not died on the spot. They could only watch helplessly as the blood pouring endlessly from their bodies ran down the spears and spilled into the yellow sand beneath their feet, vanishing swiftly.
Perhaps the sight was too overwhelming for these private guards who had never set foot on a real battlefield. The surviving guards' offensive faltered, giving Elisa's Golden Halberd Adventurer Group a brief chance to catch their breath.
Just as the crowd stood stunned by the terrifying lethality of those "Jenisar Rebel Army" soldiers, Gnat, his body swathed in fat, cut down a private guard who had stopped advancing with a single slash. His face was still full of lingering fear, yet he roared savagely, "Pursue them! Take their ships! They have no javelins left! Move!"
The slave trader was truly frightened now. Earlier, one of those javelins had actually been thrown straight at his head.
If not for the protective magical item on him generating a repulsive force that deflected the javelin at the critical moment, his fate would probably have been no better than those private guards still howling miserably.
At the same time, he had nearly concluded that this suddenly emerged group of terrifying warriors could not possibly be any so-called Jenisar Rebel Army.
In his understanding, ordinary javelin throwers could perhaps reach two or three hundred paces, while longbowmen could reach around four hundred. Yet people who could throw accurately from beyond six hundred paces like this group...
He did know that certain high-ranking knights famed throughout Calimshan could manage it. But did that not mean this small legion was made up entirely of high-ranking warriors