Their shells glimmered ominously in the firelight, claws waving as they charged towards Luo De and the others.
"Don't use magic, kill them slowly!"
The Frost Iron Guards quickly formed ranks, three per group, standing at the front of the team.
They wielded long spears, torches held high, flames crackling in the air.
The small crabs, fearing the firelight, hesitated as they approached.
Gang Le grinned broadly, eyes blazing with excitement,
"Come on, you little pests!"
He swung his war axe, the blade gleaming as it cleaved a crab in two.
Blue luminescent blood splattered on the rocks, a pungent salty stench quickly spreading,
"Haha, not even as good as a Desert Wolf!"
Gang Le licked the blood off the corner of his mouth, laughing even more wildly,
"A bit sweet too!"
Gang Le charged into the swarm of crabs with his war axe, slaughtering them like a frenzied meat grinder!
