"For the Empire!"
"For the Beast God!"
At Prince Feiseli's command, the Centaur Warriors raised their axes and roared.
Though some Centaurs had just fled, it did nothing to damage their morale. On the contrary, it only made them feel ashamed.
They were Prince Feiseli's Prince's Guard. Their sense of identity was naturally different, and this feeling of superiority was now coming into play.
Prince Feiseli led the charge.
The entire Centaur Royal City was very poorly designed, with no proper main roads to speak of.
Prince Feiseli had to weave his way through the city before finally reaching the North City Gate.
Although many Centaur soldiers had already left, a good number of Warriors had chosen to stay. This brought Prince Feiseli a measure of relief.
However, these Centaur Warriors were fighting a losing battle, retreating as they fought, completely unable to stop the Bear Race in front of them.
Seeing this, Prince Feiseli began to analyze the situation.
