"Rush in, plunder everything inside, and burn all the tents to the ground!" Lanling ordered.
Immediately, six thousand centaur cavalry charged in like a tidal wave.
The Chimera Tribe, already on the brink of having nothing, was once again looted. The food and clothing that Chieftain Constantine had painstakingly acquired through begging were completely taken.
The members of the Chimera Tribe had once again been left with nothing!
Then, twenty thousand people, like livestock, were herded into the now-empty War Horse Camp.
Finally, every tent of the Chimera Tribe was set ablaze until nothing remained.
After reducing all the tents to ashes, Lanling mounted the Golden Griffon and once more confronted the people of the Chimera Tribe.
These people had grown visibly thinner, and their clothes were ragged!
Looking up at the mighty centaurs, every man and woman of the Chimera Tribe trembled with fear, their eyes filled with dread.
