Kill!
The two sides didn't speak the same language, but the moment they clashed, it was clear this was a bloody battle from which no one could retreat.
As invaders from another continent, the Half-Beastmen were not human. They were encroaching upon humanity's living space and had to be killed.
By the same token, the Half-Beastmen wanted to seize this land for themselves, so they naturally sought to slaughter its human inhabitants.
Mennen rushed back into his tent to grab his weapon.
Just as he charged out of the tent again, he heard the urgent thunder of hoofbeats.
"This is bad!"
Mennen's expression changed drastically. The Warg Riders hadn't returned, but the enemy's cavalry had arrived.
He didn't even know who these new arrivals were.
But his younger brother, Mengo, had almost certainly met a grim fate!
The Wandering Knights raised their longswords, their cloaks, called Night, billowing as they rode like the wind.
A single charge.
CRASH—!
