"Slow down, prepare to thrust spears!"
The veteran soldiers quickly reduced their pace, reorganizing and extending their spear formation at the same time.
"Level your lances!"
Griffin's command echoed in his ears. Norsemberk laughed, as he could already see the cowardly faces of those peasant soldiers at the very front.
How dare they use such long spears, and without placing shields in the front row, thinking they could melee with these veterans?
What a joke!
"Charge!"
"Peasants, the guards are coming!" Norsemberk, charging with his head down, lifted his head and shouted the battle cry he used whenever he decapitated countless peasants.
Just one roar would terrify those cowardly peasants, just like today.
Only today, the peasants were so cowardly they seemed numb, without the slightest expression of fear on their faces.
