Gnolls were weak, extremely weak, super weak... Their flesh and blood bodies were extremely fragile, like weak, thin paper that could be torn apart with a single blow compared to armor and carapace.
Especially since these flesh and blood bodies didn't use tactics. In an eight-person battle group, three charged straight ahead, three observed from a distance, one hesitated with indecision, and one turned around to flee.
They resembled novice mercenaries fighting for themselves.
So, the gnoll's walls were quickly breached. Those gnolls who had pleaded for mercy and paid tribute did not realize they would be exacted upon at this moment, but... begging for mercy was useless.
The gnoll soldiers were defeated, and their women and children were ripped apart too.
Whether it was the lord's followers or the commoners, all met a very fair death at this moment—massacre wasn't simply two words; it meant every single one was killed.
