"Brother-in-law," Mier asked, swallowing nervously, "are we still going to rescue Fujero?"
These demons were no different from the ones this morning, but crammed into the narrow city streets, they seemed to be everywhere.
Plus, they were clearly cut off and without support. The psychological pressure left Mier looking lost and overwhelmed.
"Charge!" Levi commanded coldly, not even bothering to answer.
Even after their losses in the morning battle, the Thorn Corps still had over six thousand elite soldiers. They couldn't have been completely wiped out in such a short time.
Saving them was the obvious choice.
At his command, the Barbarians raised their War Axes and smashed into the horde. Javelins and arrows flew, while axes and spells of every color crashed down in unison.
In the blink of an eye, a gap was torn open in the demon ranks.
Like a hot knife through butter, the High Cliff Castle contingent advanced unopposed, quickly reaching the perimeter wall.
