The fact is, in the face of death, even the courage of the Barbarians is limited.
When Lanling led over a thousand cavalry in a mad charge, massacring their foes, the Chimera Tribe people blocking the road were utterly shocked; they had never seen such a scene.
Countless blood splattered, countless severed limbs flew.
Countless corpses were sent flying into the sky.
Endless screams of agony, thunderous roars of warhorses.
The entire tribe's avenue looked as if it had been plowed, corpses scattered everywhere.
It was hell itself, the eighteen layers of hell.
And these over a thousand cavalry were like the beasts of hell.
After the initial shock came utter fear, and countless people dropped their crude weapons, wailing like ghosts and wolves, fleeing madly back to their homes.
From that point, the over a thousand cavalry led by Lanling advanced unimpeded, charging along the tribe's avenue towards the gate.
