"I hear the drums of war! Everyone, speed up, our friends need help!"
A group of dwarves on war sheep, fully armed and holding weapons, quickly traversed through the forest.
Leading them was Lurik, wielding a long-handled warhammer.
From afar, he already sensed something, he already detected the direction of the battlefield.
So close to their friends' camp, the situation was so urgent.
Upon hearing his words, the rest of the dwarves shouted and sped up.
...
Meanwhile, on the battlefield.
Ichard was slashed away by a sword, his entire body was cut open with a huge wound.
His armor was shattered, and a large amount of blood was drawn towards Martin.
The count and Kana, who wanted to stop him, were easily swept away by the giant sword.
Kana, lying on the ground, looked at his own blood volume.
[Blood Volume: 9/20]
No, there was no way to fight back.
It was no longer a matter of understanding Martin's combat capabilities, but purely numerical overwhelming.
