As the Centaur legion advanced, the distance between them and the humans steadily closed. Finally, a sharp-eyed warrior spotted the human ambush ahead.
"I know!" Dosa's face was grim, but he didn't seem concerned.
'Even if there are over a thousand enemy troops, I, Dosa, am no pushover!'
"It's just as I always say: one human, one lamb!
For the Empire! For the Chieftain!" Dosa roared, raising his battle-ax high with both hands and quickening his pace.
"For the Chieftain! For the Empire!" The other Centaur Warriors all raised their twin axes and charged furiously toward the enemy.
Whether it was Dosa's words that had truly stirred the Centaurs' emotions or not, a faint red mist began to envelop the entire Centaur legion.
'A war-cry!' Dosa's eyes widened in shock as he watched the scene unfold.
In the Beastman Empire, aside from the lowliest goblins and Kobolds, most creatures that managed to get by had some sort of strange skill—some even had more than one.
