Killing a Centaur Royal Guard

Aside from Marquis Prague, there were no other powerful bloodline nobles in the human central army. The more than thirty Knights directly under Marquis Prague were also separated, unable to fight together.

With proper command, the Centaurs' group combat improved significantly, fully utilizing the cavalry's mobility and charging ability. They easily charged into the weak points of the allied forces, splitting the battlefield and making it difficult for the allies to leverage their numerical advantage.

The central army's disadvantage grew, prompting nobles from both flanks to rush in support. Marcus and Harrot also arrived with their troops.

As Harrot was still too weak to exert much force, he fought by riding a Magical Warhorse and wielding a lance. Using a lance for piercing attacks allowed him to leverage the warhorse's strength, which was very suitable for his weakened state.

Only Tiona from the Elves followed; the rest were more concerned about the Archmage's condition. If the Archmage were severely injured and unable to continue fighting, and the allied forces fell into a disadvantage again, they would have to quickly flee with the Archmage.

Tiona, on the other hand, inherited the Orcs' warlike nature. The bloody slaughter just now had thrilled her, and she followed to provide support, eager for more combat.

Tiona's running speed is comparable to a warhorse! Harrot couldn't help but marvel at how abnormal Tiona's physical capabilities were; her strength, agility, and stamina had no obvious weaknesses.

Marcus set his sights on a Centaur Royal Guard. That Centaur, with only about two hundred Centaurs, was slaughtering a scattered human unit. Marcus assessed the situation and felt his own unit could take them on, so he remotely cast a Small Fireball as a provocation.

The Centaur Royal Guard was enjoying the slaughter when a Small Fireball exploded, causing a slight sting. Greatly annoyed, it stopped killing human soldiers and led its subordinates to chase after Marcus.

Marcus led the Centaur into his unit's ambush point. A volley of crossbow bolts instantly killed dozens of Centaurs.

The infantry also formed ranks to cover the crossbowmen. The Centaur Royal Guard, seeing the ambush, was not intimidated and immediately led its subordinates into fierce combat.

Harrot urged his warhorse to unleash Wind's Aegis, greatly increasing its speed and agility. He raised his lance and pierced through a Centaur's chest, then the Magical Warhorse slowed and turned, avoiding attacks from the other Centaurs.

Most of the Thunder Tribe's Centaurs were large, melee-focused Centaurs; there weren't many ranged ones.

Harrot couldn't help but sigh, This is the proper way to fight on horseback! Without a formed cavalry corps, charging alone into a crowd and swinging a greatsword is just idiotic!

With the excellent performance of his Magical Warhorse, Harrot easily used his lance to kill Centaur after Centaur. Although it was far less efficient than activating Muscle Burst and swinging a greatsword like a "windmill."

However, this method was both safe and easy, allowing him to fight with ease even in his weakened state due to skill side effects.

Marcus, meanwhile, sought out the Centaur Royal Guard. He volunteered to challenge the Centaur to a duel, while Harrot and the other Knights would help kill and obstruct the regular Centaurs.

Harrot, with his greatly reduced strength, wouldn't dare provoke a powerhouse like the Centaur Royal Guard, whose strength exceeded 80. He naturally agreed wholeheartedly.

The other Knights had also witnessed the Centaur Royal Guard easily defeat The Bald Man and severely injure Harrot, demonstrating its terrifying power. Although they worried about Marcus's safety, they understood their own strength was insufficient and would only cause more trouble by trying to help.

Harrot, relying on his Magical Warhorse's wind-based buff magic, charged ahead alone. The other Knights took on the crucial responsibility of leading the infantry in direct confrontation with the Centaurs and directing the crossbowmen to kill the enemies.

Without Harrot, the strongman, holding the line, it was initially thought that the infantry unit would struggle to withstand the Centaurs' attack pressure. Unexpectedly, Tiona once again transformed into a whirling dervish of death.

Tiona positioned herself at the very front of the formation, spinning rapidly and slaughtering the charging Centaurs. The shattered blood, flesh, and bone fragments of the Centaurs splattered onto the other soldiers.

This completely overturned these soldiers' perception of Elves. They didn't know Tiona was a hybrid and assumed all Elves were like this.

The Centaur Royal Guard and Marcus fought fiercely. Marcus's Magical Warhorse was struck by an axe and could no longer stand.

Without the aid of his warhorse, Marcus lacked the strength to contend with the Centaur Royal Guard. He could only mimic Harrot's special move: constantly rolling on the ground!

His fiery red hair was covered in dust, and his expertly crafted dwarven armor was tattered. Despite Marcus's extreme disarray, his eyes gleamed with spirit. Killing this Centaur Royal Guard would be a great achievement!

The Centaur Royal Guard was covered in scorched wounds, and its right eye had been gouged out by Marcus, yet it continued to fight with vigor.

Marcus hadn't had a chance to severely wound the enemy. Minor attacks had little effect on a monster like the Centaur Royal Guard, which possessed Fire Resistance and immense vitality.

The Centaur Royal Guard grew frustrated at its inability to defeat Marcus after so long. After Marcus dodged another attack, it let out an angry roar.

Then, the Centaur Royal Guard raised its hooves high and slammed them down, unleashing a weakened version of War Stomp.

The ground shook violently. Although Marcus swayed slightly, the impact was minimal. This move was primarily effective on the battlefield; it had little use in a one-on-one duel.

But then, something terrifying happened to Marcus: the Centaur Royal Guard ignored him and charged towards his subordinates instead. The War Stomp just now had also affected the regular soldiers a hundred meters away.

His subordinates stumbled and fell, only a few Knights and the Elf Tiona remained unaffected and managed to resist the Centaur soldiers.

Given the Centaur Royal Guard's charging speed, it would likely trample and crush these soldiers before they could even stand up.

"Damn it, how did this beast suddenly get so smart?" Marcus cursed regretfully. Without his warhorse, he couldn't keep up with the Centaur Royal Guard's long-distance movement speed.

The Centaur Royal Guard laughed cruelly. It intended to brutally slaughter the red-haired man's subordinates to avenge its gouged eye.

Just as the Centaur Royal Guard was about to charge into the soldiers and wreak havoc, Tiona intercepted it. She stopped killing the regular Centaurs and instead moved to confront the Centaur Royal Guard.

She had always wanted to fight strong opponents, but Marcus had proposed a duel, so she couldn't object. Now that Marcus had failed to keep the Centaur Royal Guard occupied and it had slipped away, she couldn't be blamed for "stealing" the prey.

The Centaur Royal Guard completely disregarded this small figure blocking its path, intending to casually cleave her down with an axe.

However, when its axe collided with Tiona's greatsword, the immense force that resulted abruptly halted its charge.

Tiona, meanwhile, flipped in mid-air, landing and retreating several steps. She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. "Very good, finally a worthy opponent!"

With that, Tiona abruptly charged back towards the Centaur Royal Guard. The Centaur Royal Guard could hardly believe that the small figure before it possessed such immense strength. It roared, desperately swinging its great axe.

Tiona, however, swung her greatsword to parry. The heavy axe and greatsword clashed again. The Centaur Royal Guard's ton-plus weight couldn't withstand the impact, and its front half lifted slightly.

Tiona, on the other hand, didn't retreat a single step, standing firmly in place, though deep imprints were left in the ground beneath her feet.

The Centaur Royal Guard was nearly four meters tall, while she was just over 1.7 meters. Utilizing her height disadvantage, she could transfer the force into the ground. Although this would put a greater strain on her body, it allowed her to gain an advantage in a contest of strength.

Tiona seized the moment while the Centaur Royal Guard's body was still lifted and exposed due to the recoil of the collision. She took a breath, bent forward, and slashed at the Centaur Royal Guard's horse leg.

"Hmph! Break!"

With a crack, Tiona's greatsword bit deeply into the Centaur Royal Guard's left foreleg. The greatsword was stuck halfway, unable to go further. The Centaur Royal Guard's bones were incredibly tough; even with her monstrous strength, she couldn't sever it with a single strike.

The Centaur Royal Guard howled in pain, swinging an axe to force Tiona back. It shifted its entire weight onto its rear and right side. Although its left foreleg wasn't broken, it couldn't bear weight anymore.

Tiona used this to her advantage, circling rapidly around the Centaur Royal Guard. The Centaur Royal Guard, hampered by its leg injury, couldn't keep up, and its desperate hoof kicks were easily dodged.

Tiona, meanwhile, continuously chipped away at the Centaur Royal Guard, carving its flesh until it was a bloody mess. The Centaur Royal Guard wildly spun around, flailing its heavy axe to no effect.

Finally, after Tiona found an opening and disabled the Centaur Royal Guard's right foreleg, its massive body lurched forward and knelt.

"Die!"

Tiona roared, leaping high, and with a spinning slash, decapitated the Centaur Royal Guard. Tiona hoisted the Centaur Royal Guard's enormous head, panting, and looked up, shouting loudly at the sky.

The soldiers, having already routed the Centaurs with Marcus's help, had been watching Tiona's fight and couldn't help but cheer and praise her.

Marcus looked depressed. He had expected to achieve this glorious feat himself. Harrot, meanwhile, stood with his mouth agape, speechless.

The fake God of War, Harrot, rolled around on the ground, suffering various humiliations, and was disemboweled by an axe.

The true God of War, Tiona, stood her ground, played with her enemy, and beheaded it with a leaping slash!

Harrot came back to his senses, immensely grateful that he hadn't harbored any ill intentions in the tent that day. Otherwise, his meager 150-pound frame probably wouldn't have withstood a few of her punches.

Tiona approached, still carrying the Centaur's head, covered in blood. Several soldiers, somewhat afraid, hid behind others, keeping their distance from Tiona.

Marcus, with a sour expression, forced himself to praise her, "An excellent fight! Thank you for your assistance!" He didn't blame Tiona; after all, she had saved many of his soldiers. He just felt a strange discomfort, like something stuck in his throat that he couldn't spit out.

Tiona, with her extremely low emotional intelligence, thought Marcus was serious and cheerfully replied, "Don't mention it. Next time there's a strong enemy like this, just let me handle it. Your fire tricks are better suited for clearing out small fry!"

Hold it in. Don't lose your temper with Elves. I have to hold it in. She's our reinforcement! Marcus's veins bulged, his teeth ground audibly, and his hair nearly caught fire, yet he managed to suppress his anger.