Count Oting pierced the throat of a high-jumping, silver-gray limping monster with his sword, and then hurled the corpse away, not bothering to see if the creature was devoured by its companions as rumored after it landed among the wolves.
Because behind him, Count Robelen's plump hand had already grabbed his shoulder, shouting loudly: "Look over there, they've gone mad!"
Oting was stunned, puzzled as he turned back, but what he saw was this scene—
The Centaur Elder Guard Commander raised the war-hammer in his hand high, standing on his hind legs in the center of the battlefield, he turned as he bellowed at his troops with all his might:
"Formation, split!"
It was like a clap of thunder.
The silver Centaur Elder Guards hesitated for a moment, then the formation immediately rippled, the crescent formation seemingly split left and right in an instant.
