From the billowing smoke and dust of the explosion, the severely burned Vrykul soldiers roared and charged out with all their might.
Even after being blasted into such a state, the Vrykul soldiers still had the will to charge.
Herad marveled at their fighting spirit.
They truly lived up to their origins as the degenerated descendants of the Iron Vrykul, who had specialized in combat!
That iron will had clearly been passed down perfectly.
In fact, that same will could be seen even in humans, who had degenerated for many generations.
When human knights charged, they paid no heed to what enemies stood in their way.
Whether they were hideous, fanged Orcs and Trolls, or foul-smelling Abominations and Ghouls.
They would all accelerate their charge without hesitation.
Because victory belonged only to the brave.
Break through and live; fail to break through and die.
Take life and death in stride. Don't chicken out-just fight!
Herad, however, did not approve of such courageous behavior.
What use was courage in the face of overwhelming firepower?
The battered Vrykul soldiers bravely charged into the ranks of the Fern Treants.
Then, without so much as a spurt of blood, they fell silent.
The Fern Treants dealt with those battered Vrykul soldiers.
They easily restrained them with vines alone.
Trussed up like dead dogs, the Vrykul soldiers were soon cruelly drained into desiccated corpses.
These vines possessed the properties of bloodsucking vines.
Peace-loving Druids liked to use such methods to teach invaders a lesson.
They ensured that those hateful invaders could never damage the forest again.
Because corpses could not possibly damage a forest.
On the battlefield, where the smoke had yet to clear, Fern Treants were everywhere, finishing off the wounded.
After draining the essence of the Vrykul soldiers' flesh and blood, they left