Vanguard Attacks the Camp

"Roar!"

The Jaguar Warriors let out intimidating roars. Clad in sturdy heavy armor, they swung their Obsidian War Clubs in both hands, easily knocking the Dog-kin warriors to the ground and chopping them into different shapes. The thick stench of blood spread through the wind, and the Dog-kin's screams went on without end.

In less than half a quarter of an hour of brutal melee, the Dog-kin warriors had lost more than eighty men. They could not break through the heavy armor, and their combat skills were inferior to their opponents'; they had inflicted almost no effective casualties at all. A one-sided slaughter damaged morale the most, and scattered Dog-kin began to rout one after another. Seeing this, the leading Dog-kin warrior finally let out a wolf howl and shouted in despair.

"Awoo! Retreat!"

The surviving Dog-kin warriors turned and ran, scrambling for the forest. The Jaguar Warriors hunted the routed enemies all the way to the edge of the deep mountain woods, killing more than twenty more. Then the conch horns signaling a halt sounded beneath the Royal Banner. The herald waved the command flag, pointing toward the battle formation off to the front and side. The two hundred noble war band smoothly changed direction and charged toward the Dog-kin hunters in the front formation.

"Uman!"

Amoxi growled again, almost right beside Uman's ear.

"The thick-skinned tiger-heads are coming up! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

"The tiger-head warriors of the Cactus Tribe?"

Uman's eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at the Jaguar Warriors jogging toward them. Every one of these warriors had steady steps, agile movements, and honed, practiced battle skills; they treated slaughter as nothing. Thick Cloth-covered Armor covered their bodies, brilliant leopard skins draped over their backs, and heavy beast-shaped helmets sat