"For the glory of the White Mane!"
The battle cry shattered the silence of the night. With the sudden attack from the two commanders, all the Centaur Warriors drew their weapons and charged at the Iron Dragon and its followers. The battle spears gleamed coldly in the night.
"Despicable creatures, I'll tear you apart!"
The warriors of the Molten Iron Clan were taken aback for a moment, then they erupted into fury, roaring as they faced the enemy.
The most dangerous of all was the Iron Dragon, simultaneously facing attacks from two Centaur Commanders.
Solrog's pupils contracted suddenly, becoming thin slits.
Damn it, I was too arrogant, careless enough to be deceived. If it were Galos, he would have seen through these Centaurs' ruse.
At the critical moment.
The Iron Dragon awkwardly twisted and rolled to the side.
