The distance steadily closed.
Time seemed to slow at this moment!
All the Red Stone Tribe's hostile gazes turned toward the end of their sight.
Beyond the dense grass, where the White Armor Tribe charged, it was about to become a place where flesh and blood flew.
The Blackwood Cannon Beasts had also been completely stirred up by the whistle, restlessly clawing at the ground.
Closer...
Closer...
The malice in the eyes of the red-armored middle-aged man standing on a gentle slope deepened.
Yet just as the dust of the charge was about to reach the place he had anticipated, it abruptly stopped.
Huge clouds of dust came to a sudden halt.
This unexpected change made the middle-aged man blowing the bone whistle frown.
More than a dozen Red Stone Legion captains, wearing savage grins, narrowed their eyes as well.
What was going on?
Why had those stupid fools from the White Armor Tribe suddenly stopped charging?
Within the dust.
"Stop!"
Alva's furious shout rang out, and the five-hundred-man legion halted at once.
They were born warriors, possessing strength and speed beyond the reach of ordinary people, but that did not mean they lacked intelligence.
On the contrary, through years of battle, Alva's strategic wisdom far exceeded anything the Red Stone Tribe had anticipated.
"The torches have all spread out. Did they really think our White Armor Tribe was that stupid?"
"Bring up the Heavy Crossbows!"
Following the command, creaking sounds began to rise from the rear of the legion. Through the dust, the vague shadows of several crossbow carts could be seen.
Yet these crossbow carts were rather crudely made.
Some components sat unevenly, while the pieces of wood varied in size.
The wheels were irregular as well, making stiff, creaking noises as they rolled.
These machines carried the