Of course, directly killing Nalant was out of the question.
But a necessary lesson was still very much needed.
First of all, as long as he taught this Lord of Storm City a lesson, his name would surely spread throughout this Forest of Other Races from now on.
Not only would that establish his authority, it would also allow him to win over and subdue more foreign races.
Furthermore, it would make the other races look down on Nalant as well.
Then Storm City would be unable to truly exert complete control over the foreign races.
Only under such circumstances could their Spiny-Fur Gray Rat Clan fish in troubled waters without having to fear retaliation.
If Nalant had known what the Spiny-Fur Gray Rat Clan Chief was thinking, he would probably have given him a thumbs-up.
For such a rat-faced fellow to possess such ambition and such schemes was truly rare.
Of course, the Spiny-Fur Gray Rat Clan Chief's plans were full and plump, but reality was painfully skinny.
To him, Nalant's mere force of just over three thousand men was one that had caused even the Sun God Kingdom to fall apart.
Dealing with a small tribe like theirs was simply using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken.
Naturally, Nalant's long-range attack squad struck first.
"Fire!"
At the Goblin leader's command, more than a hundred Mana Armored Vehicles unleashed a simultaneous volley.
A flash of purple light swept forth.
Then, from among the Spiny-Fur Gray Rat and Half-Orc soldiers directly ahead of Nalant's forces, thunderous explosions suddenly erupted.
BOOM!
BOOM!
"Arghhh!"
Amid the explosions, the charging Spiny-Fur Gray Rat troops were instantly blasted into a chorus of wails.
Several thousand soldiers at the very front were wiped out outright.
"Damn it, how do they have so many Mana