Asa followed Captain Sanders out of the camp. Sanders, despite being clad in full steel armor, was somehow faster than him in his light gear. The other soldiers, awakened by the whistle, also hastily grabbed their weapons and ran over to follow.

  Everything was clearly visible under the bright moonlight. At the intersection outside the camp, several tall and short figures stood quietly, and the soft moonlight could not alleviate the ominous aura emitted by the weapons in their hands.

  Among the tallest of them was a man-eater. Even among its own kind, its body was extremely large, about twice as tall as an ordinary person and five times thicker. From head to toe, it was wrapped in specially crafted iron armor, with each hand holding two wolf-toothed hammers that matched its body size. The moonlight reflected off its armor and weapons, casting a sharp, cold glow.

  Next to them were two werewolves. In order not to hinder their high agility and speed, they only wore a suit of hard leather armor that protected the vital parts, and the meteor hammer in their hands, although it was not as huge and terrifying as the weapon in the hands of the cannibal demon, was still enough to crush any armor. There were also three lizardmen, their armor was the same as the werewolves, and they grasped in both hands a giant knife that was as long as a person. The two half-beasts on the edge each held a super-large crossbow.

  Among this group of fierce and powerful beastmen, there was a relatively thin and small figure, without armor or weapons, only wearing a cloak that hid his race and face.

  Sanders' face was whiter than white paper in the moonlight. He had never thought that the situation would be so bad.

  More than a month ago, he received an order from the leader of the Holy Knights to secretly lead a team of soldiers to the western wilderness to investigate the abnormal behavior of the beastman tribe. For more than a decade, the Western army had been slaughtering the beastmen of various races, and almost all the beastman tribes in the Western Wilderness had been wiped out. So although his superiors specifically told him to be careful, he only thought that they would encounter some sporadic attacks at most.

  Beastmen do not understand smelting and forging. Whether it is the production of tools or weapons, most are simple stone tools. Therefore, even if they have physical strength and combat power that far surpasses humans, they cannot withstand a well-equipped army.

  Each of the beastman races never interact with each other. These primitive and ignorant sub-humans even refuse to contact any other civilization, simply stubbornly adhering to their unique way of life and beliefs that have been passed down through generations. One tribe after another quietly waits to be trampled by the iron hooves of human armies.

  Now these common sense have been shattered by the facts in front of us, and it will be a shattering with a strong bloody smell. This well-armed beastman hybrid squad in front of us will not just come to let them take a look.

  This is the top of a desolate mountain, surrounded by cliffs. Saunders chose to station here because the view is good and it's easy to defend but hard to attack. Even if the beastmen want to sneak up at night, they can be well defended. There is only one single entrance here, and as long as it is well guarded, no beastman can come in.

  Of course, as long as you stand at this intersection, no one can escape either.

  The figure in the middle of the beastmen, who was wearing a cloak, suddenly moved and seemed to nod his head, making a soft "en" sound.

  This is a very standard human pronunciation, very relaxed and casual, like the sound made when drinking tea in the sun and listening to a friend's gossip.

  The giant next to him, however, was like a switch had been flipped in his body by the gentle voice, and he suddenly burst free from his restraints, letting out an earth-shattering roar as he charged towards the crowd. His massive body and heavy armor caused the ground to tremble with each step, exuding an aura that would crush all life before him into oblivion. All the soldiers' faces were filled with terror.

  As soon as he saw those beastmen, Asa thought about how to escape. He was very clear about the situation, and since these beastmen could calmly sneak up the mountain to guard the road, they would absolutely be able to slaughter more than a hundred people. Moreover, he was even clearer that one heavily armored, giant-weapon-wielding ogre meant something. Generally speaking, just one ordinary ogre was enough for twenty fully armed soldiers to handle.

  The cliff was high, and even if the Donau River was below, that height would be enough to smash a person into a pancake on the rocks at the bottom. But Asa knew there was a tree in the middle of the cliff behind him, and he had even tried urinating on its top branches when he relieved himself. He knew exactly where the tree was on the cliff and how thick its branches were, enough to slow down his fall to safe levels.

  As the ghouls charged towards him, he was about to turn around and run when he noticed a figure suddenly flashing out beside him. It was Sanders, who drew his sword and held up his shield as he charged forward alone to meet the ghouls head-on.

  The morale of the troops had been shaken, he wanted to use his own strength to deal with the man-eating demons and boost their spirits.

  Figures intersected, as if the mountain itself emitted a loud noise and trembled. The troll's hammer blow that could smash ten cows only hit the ground. Sanders' contact with the troll was so fast that the soldiers couldn't see what happened. After a metallic collision sound, the troll fell to the ground with a loud crash, Sanders flew high into the air, did a beautiful backflip in mid-air, and landed steadily at the front of the formation. With a wave of his long sword, he chanted an incantation, and the sword slowly emitted a blue-white glow, majestic like a warrior from epic mythology. Hundreds of soldiers woke up from their terror, shouting excitedly in unison, deafening the ears.

  A Sa did not call out, but he saw clearly that the man-eating demon had fallen by itself.

  In the instant that the two clashed, Sanders dodged the hammer blow with an astonishingly agile movement, leaping onto the troll's shoulder and thrusting his sword into the gap between its helmet and eyes. At the same time, the troll itself fell backwards, swinging its other fist upwards in a small hammer blow. Sanders' steel shield deflected the blow, using the force to send himself flying back, but the sword tip was only a hair's breadth away from piercing the troll's two eyes.

  With a loud "CLANG!", Saunders dropped the small steel shield in his left hand. The inch-thick tempered steel shield had been completely deformed, and even its curved surface, designed to deflect heavy mace-like blows, was useless against that kind of power and that kind of weapon.

  Under the moonlight, Asa saw that Sanders' left hand, which had just held the shield, had several fingers that were completely deformed, and it was really impossible to see that they used to be fingers.

  Sanders thrust his sword into the ground, his right hand grasping the twisted fingers one by one and prying them back into shape. A soft glow of healing magic emanated from his hand as a series of cracking sounds echoed between his fingers. Beads of cold sweat seeped out on his forehead, but his expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed intently on the man-eating monster crawling up ahead.

  Looking at Sanders' calm face like a sculpture, a fierce fighting spirit spread rapidly from somewhere in his body. Asa gripped the knife tightly in his hand. He suddenly didn't want to escape anymore.

  Sanders stripped off the steel armor from his body. Armor was meaningless now, only agility and speed were the only ways to win. With both hands gripping the long sword that had been imbued with the spirit blade, as long as he found the opportunity, he didn't need to find the weak spot in the armor, he had the confidence to pierce through it. He turned his head and shouted: "Give me your blessings." The two priests who were sandwiched in the crowd began to chant their spells, a faint white glow resonated and appeared on them and Sanders.

  Two goblins suddenly jumped onto the shoulders of a werewolf beside them and fired their crossbows at two targeted priests.

  A pastor's skull burst open like an egg, blood and brain matter splashing everywhere. The soldier behind him didn't even grunt before falling backwards, a fountain of blood gushing out of the fist-sized hole in his chest.

  Another priest beside him had a seasoned warrior who raised his wooden shield in time to block for the priest, but it shattered and the fragments of the hand and wood flew together with the iron ball full of spikes into the priest's face. The warrior let out a cry of grief and fell down with the priest in a strange posture.

  Sanders suddenly launched himself at the ogre, knowing he had to take down this most lethal of creatures as quickly as possible, at least before the two half-orcs reloaded those two ballistae.

  The figure under the cloak said a few words, and all the beastmen except for two half-beasts immediately charged towards the crowd. One of the wolfmen then approached Sanders, who was rushing towards the cannibal demon.

  Dozens of meters of distance seemed to be within reach under the lizardman's astonishing explosive force. Almost as soon as the soldiers began to realize the beastmen's movements, three lizardmen had already rushed in front of them.

  The soldiers at the front were as fragile as straw under the lizard people's long knives, and four or five of them fell with just one slash. The lizard people's crawling attack posture was aimed directly at their abdomen, and with a single swing of their long knife, several people's blood and internal organs gushed out together. The wolfmen who followed up next were able to send at least two soldiers flying with each attack, smashing them with massive meteor hammers until they were splattered with blood and flesh.

  Asa took on the lizardman's attack alone. He charged forward, meeting the blade head-on; such a long weapon had too great a killing range to dodge. The lizardman's strength was only slightly greater than that of a human.

  The longer the weapon, the heavier it is, and the trajectory of its swing will be more obvious. Asa's first knife was placed near the hilt of his opponent's sword, where he could hardly exert any force, and sparks flew everywhere. The second knife forced the lizard man to retreat with a risk of mutual destruction, and by the fourth knife, the lizard man had no choice but to drop his large knife and pull out the small axe from his waist to defend himself, while quickly jumping back.

  A' Sa drew his knife horizontally, his fighting spirit surged forth, and he shouted loudly: "Follow the two of us over. We can win!"

  The only response was a chorus of terrified screams.