"Your Excellency, be careful—"
Count Musaq had just stepped out of the tent when he felt a pain in his left chest, and his entire body involuntarily leaned to the left.
A burst of blood mist rose from Musaq's left chest, and even though he wore a chainmail inner armor, his face instantly turned ashen.
The surrounding guards immediately raised their round shields, shielding Musaq beneath them.
"Move aside, move aside, don't block my view."
With support, Musaq stood up and surveyed his surroundings; the cold rain from the sky seemed to pour into his heart.
The scene in front of him was filled with killing, as a squad of beastman cuirassiers galloped back and forth through the camp.
In the support and running, knights and guards who hadn't had time to don armor were brushed past by shadows, and blood arrows would shoot from their necks.
"You call this a camp explosion? You call this a camp explosion?"
Musaq couldn't help but cry out.
