The long-planned ambush unveils.
......
Carlos was riding atop a giant magical beast, his gaze sweeping back and forth amid the red fog and snow shadows.
"Woo—"
Suddenly, an unfamiliar battle horn sounded, his brows furrowing sharply, as if his heart had been pierced by an ice needle.
Before he could issue a command, the ground beneath him emitted a teeth-gritting low hum.
Soon after, thin cracks opened up on the surface, and scorching light burst forth from beneath the snow layer.
The flaming oil lit up the chevaux-de-frise, and in the next instant, it transformed into rushing fire snakes, sprinting along pre-dug trenches, slicing through the already chaotic Barbarian Race legion.
The flames weren't merely sparked by petroleum, but were the purgatory fire mixed with Fire Scale Ointment and Flint Oil.
Sticky, greedy, impossible to extinguish.
