"Archers, ready!"
"Loose!"
As the approaching pack of Silver-Pattern Shield Wolves entered range, several commanders on the walls immediately waved their arms and shouted orders.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Countless red glimmers burst forth, soaring toward the Blood Moon overhead. They traced graceful arcs across the night sky, then accelerated downward, raining mercilessly onto the Silver-Pattern Shield Wolves charging below.
The hiss of arrows filled the air, instantly igniting the blood-red landscape that had felt oppressive for so long.
Compared with those of the Qin Kingdom, the Viking Warriors' arrows fell far short in sharpness, materials, and craftsmanship, but that did nothing to diminish the excellence of their bows.
Their bows had an astonishing draw weight of 108 pounds. Even in the Qin Kingdom, only a few commanders and generals could handle such a draw weight, yet among the naturally large-framed Vikings, ten out of every hundred could wield these heavy bows. The bows used by the remaining ninety warriors still had a draw weight of eighty pounds, far exceeding the fifty to seventy pounds of those used by the Holy Temple Knights and the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms.
Such tremendous draw weights generated enough kinetic energy to turn ordinary arrows into projectiles capable of piercing metal and armor. Now, countless arrows rained from the sky onto the charging Silver-Pattern Shield Wolves.
Had these been ordinary coyotes, the moment the arrows struck, blood would have flowed in rivers as the pack scattered and collapsed beneath the devastating barrage. Unfortunately, these were Silver-Pattern Shield Wolves.
The arrows struck them with immense kinetic energy, yet more than thirty percent failed to penetrate their shield-like hides. The remaining sixty to seventy percent did break through, but the arrowheads only had enough energy left to sink an inch deep before stopping. Their extraordinarily dense sinews