The defeat is like a landslide!
This phrase is insufficient to describe the situation on the battlefield!
This is entirely a massacre, a terrifying slaughter!
Countless soldiers of the Silver Alliance are desperately running for their lives.
The soldiers of the Barbarian Tribes are brave and fearless! But at this moment, everyone is terrified, their courage shattered, desperately fleeing.
Yet...
Such an escape is meaningless, because no one can outrun the Centaurs.
Once the Centaurs raise their slaughtering tools, their cruelty is fully revealed.
They generally don't use scimitars or greatswords; they trample with iron hooves, directly crashing with their bodies.
Now, Lanling finally understands why every Centaur samurai wears heavy armor; it's not to protect themselves but to crush the enemy to pieces.
Some even have ramming horns on their armor!
It can be said that nothing can describe the misery of the Silver Alliance soldiers.
"Boom..."
A series of loud bangs.
