And the Thorn Corps' archers? Fujero just shook his head.
This recent slaughter by the Minotaurs had thoroughly terrified most of the soldiers, who had never encountered such a ferocious race. The fact that they could continue to draw their bows and fire arrows, trembling all the while, was a testament to their training.
But it didn't matter. As long as this contingent of Beastman Guards could hold out for a while, he could pull his soldiers back to defend.
This move had given him quite a scare, and he inwardly dismissed any contempt he'd had for these Wilderness Natives.
The Minotaurs, thinking a close-quarters battle was imminent, grew excited as they faced these obviously stronger Black Iron Canisters.
After all, slaughtering those humans had been as easy as crushing ants, and they had found it utterly boring.
But they had no idea that their nightmare was just beginning.
