"Young Master, it looks like something else is stampeding behind the Beastfolk!" Just as Daz showed a puzzled expression, the flock of birds farther in the distance, which had originally settled back down, took flight again.
And this time, the number of birds shooting into the sky was even greater than when the Beastfolk had arrived earlier.
Daz's guard captain pointed toward the sky behind them once more.
"Something else is stampeding? Could it be Beastfolk cavalry?" Daz was completely baffled.
Logically speaking, these twenty thousand Beastfolk should have been more than enough to deal with Nalant. Could the Beastfolk have specifically dispatched several thousand magic beast cavalry as well?
That seemed rather unrealistic. How could a large Magic Beast Legion be mobilized so casually? Nalant's face would be far too great, wouldn't it?
"No, Young Master, look at those Beastfolk. They seem not to know what has come up behind them either!"
Upon hearing this, Daz swiftly looked toward the Beastfolk. Sure enough, their faces also showed confusion as they looked behind them.
Even their pace had temporarily slowed somewhat.
"Roar roar! This is bad—it's a beast tide, a magic beast tide!"
However, neither Daz nor the Beastfolk soldiers remained confused for long, because moments later, the Beastfolk at the very rear finally saw what was charging toward them.
They were magic beasts with blood-red eyes, gripped by extreme frenzy.
These magic beasts came in every conceivable variety: lizard-types, magic wolves, wild boars, and more.
Their ranks also varied greatly. There were first-rank beginner magic beasts, as well as fifth- and sixth-rank intermediate magic beasts.
When the Beastfolk saw these magic beasts charging wildly toward their formation, their faces instantly drained white.
Although the Beastfolk were naturally much stronger than humans due to their racial gifts, when facing the