"Monsters! Those monsters are back!"
"What do we do?!"
"What are you afraid of? Fight them to the death! The worst that can happen is we die!"
The moment these blue-faced, fanged monsters appeared, each standing around three meters tall, the soldiers of the Land of Fangs were chilled with fear, and their morale rapidly plummeted.
It was not that they lacked bravery, but that these monsters wielding enormous spiked clubs were simply beyond the ability of ordinary soldiers to handle.
A casual swing of those spiked clubs, taller than a person, could clear an entire area. Anyone struck had little chance of surviving; torn tendons and broken bones were the least of it. Even soldiers carrying shields could not withstand them.
Most importantly, these orc-like monsters had no thoughts of their own, nor did they know what fear was. Even with only a breath left in them, they would carry out their master's orders.
And there were so many of them, with thousands of monsters appearing each time.
Even if the soldiers gritted their teeth and fought until every last one was wiped out, more would still appear the next time, as though there were no end to them.
Who would not be chilled with fear when faced with these emotionless orc monsters that they could neither defeat nor wipe out?
The morale of the Land of Fangs' army rapidly declined, while that of the Land of Claws soared with the arrival of their "reinforcements."
As one side weakened and the other grew stronger, the situation immediately reversed.
The soldiers of the Land of Fangs had been outnumbered by the enemy to begin with. Now, with their courage gone and their fighting spirit halved, they began to be pushed back by the Land of Claws instead.
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