The battlefield was drenched in blood, yet neither Kostchtchie nor the Vrocks had any intention of retreating. They were like two starving wild dogs that had completely lost their minds, crazily trying to tear a piece of flesh from each other.
Demons had dreadful morale. Once they fell into a disadvantage, they collapsed faster than anyone else. But when the situation was deadlocked, it was another matter entirely. Driven by the promise of victory, these creatures became bloodthirsty and utterly frenzied. At such times, they were like the most tenacious warriors, unwilling to rest until they had killed their enemies.
Tons of blood fell to the ground like rain. The pale blue-white ice sheet had been drenched crimson by the hot blood, and even Frostfell's terrifying cold could not freeze those bloody liquids reeking of sulfur solid.
The Frost Giant army below had all raised their heads to watch the battle in the sky, completely unconcerned that they themselves were standing on a battlefield.
"Have your men launch a surprise attack on the Frost Giant army from the left flank. I'll have part of my forces strike from the right. Move fast!!!" Xianna had been watching the situation on the battlefield closely. When the Frost Giants stopped moving and focused entirely on the bloody dogfight in the sky, Xianna realized their opportunity had arrived!
Xianna immediately gave Solam an order without hesitation.
Yes, an order—a forceful, uncompromising order.
Solam glanced at Xianna but said nothing. He merely turned and nodded at Sanguinius. It was fortunate that Solam was the one here. If it had been another Demon Lord, Xianna's rude tone alone would have been enough to start a war.
Solam was unhappy as well that Xianna had spoken to him in that tone, but he knew she was right.