With a dark and windy night perfect for an ambush, the Centipede Soldiers utilized their innate skill, crawling forward along the ground.
Under the cover of the whistling cold wind, the noise from their friction with the earth became nearly imperceptible.
Closer, even closer!
The disorienting glare from the occasionally flickering Magic Lamps made the Centipede Soldiers terribly uncomfortable.
No matter how well hidden they were, once within a hundred meters, they could no longer remain unspotted.
"Attack!"
Realizing the stealth could go no further, Marshal decisively gave the order.
The Centipede Soldiers had scarcely begun to rise and ready themselves for a charge when a barrage of arrows rained down on them, instantly resulting in over a hundred casualties.
Seeing this, everyone understood the raid had long been disclosed, and the enemy had intentionally let them approach.
"Push the mounted crossbows and catapults forward!"
Marshal once again issued his command.
