Boom boom boom!
The war drums thundered, and the soldiers, like a black cloud, pressed towards the Rong soldiers.
Bang bang bang!
While the Rong soldiers were still in a stupor, huge stones came flying from the distant sides.
These stones were not doused with pine oil but were tied with bags of rotworms. When they crashed down, they not only smashed the Rong soldiers into meat paste but also frightened them into a panicked retreat.
"Ah, rotworms, it's the rotworms again, everyone run!"
For the past two months, the Rong soldiers had already been tormented by the rotworms. Their camp had just been attacked by them, and now seeing the rotworms again, even the strongest Rong soldiers were frightened into running in panic.
Even more terrifying was that those huge stones had red Rong Language written on them: The Witch God does not bless, Da Rong will surely lose this battle; after defeat comes chaos, engulfed in disaster!
