As the red shadow gradually drew near, this small tribe, once known for its peace and tranquility, was now brewing a counterattack.
Inside Frost Wolf Castle, David stood on the balcony, gazing in the direction of the Demon Beast Forest.
He long ago discovered those beastmen exuding a demonic aura, only these beastmen evidently carried the aura of a bloodline mage.
Apparently, these demon orcs were being controlled by bloodline mages lurking in the shadows.
As the red-skinned orcs surged towards the territory of the Fur Rabbit Race like a tide, the entire forest was instantly enveloped by the atmosphere of battle.
"Shoot the arrows!"
With one command from the leader, dozens of archers drew their bows in unison, and arrows rained down on the enemy like a storm.
The arrows traced beautiful arcs in the air, yet as they were about to strike the red-skinned orcs, they were easily blocked by heavy armor and a ferocious aura.
