Chapter 675: Never retreat
Caught in a pincer attack from front and rear, the Savage Beastmen collapsed along the entire line. The long-lived races, especially the Savage Bear People, inflicted devastating casualties, leaving the Savage Beastmen unable to mount any effective resistance. Wherever they massed their troops, those formations were scattered.
As dawn began to break, many tents in the Savage Beastmen's camp were still burning, and bodies littered the ground.
"Pfft..." "Urgh..."
A longsword slid out of one of the Savage Beastmen's throats. As he fell, bleeding, the night raid finally came to an end.
Sogian soldiers, Soma People warriors of the Guerrilla Army, Savage Bear People, Faeries-everyone who had fought stood panting on the battlefield.
Only now did some soldiers of the Sogian Kingdom's army get a clear look at the forces that had attacked the enemy from the other side.
The most striking were naturally the Savage Bear People, with their tusks and sharp teeth, their bodies covered in blood, scraps of flesh, and even entrails. Yet the Winged People in the sky and the blue-haired Faeries on the ground were equally impossible to overlook, as were the Soma People warriors of the Guerrilla Army, whose black clothes and armor had been stained red.
Were these the reinforcements in the plan? Was this the legendary Guerrilla Army? The resistance force Lord Gurian truly belonged to?
This was an army straight out of legend, one that seemed fantastical to anyone who beheld it.
While everyone, from the enormous, burly Savage Bear People to the Sogian soldiers, still seemed dazed, caught up in the slaughter that had just ended.
A tall figure in a black leather coat and a broad-brimmed leather hat walked toward the center of the battlefield, step by step. Filthy blood still dripped from his coat