The rest hadn't managed to rush out of the encirclement. If they weren't killed by the impact of the meteor, they were torn to shreds by the Raging Flame Beastmen chasing from behind.
Thorne was holding onto his greatsword with one hand. His sword was stabbed into the ground, supporting his body on the verge of collapse.
The few survivors beside him weren't fleeing, because they had no chance to do so.
They were facing hundreds of Raging Flame Beastman warriors and a hundred Warlocks, and there was also Hoppet!
They had no opportunity to pass the information back. This was a disaster...
Unwillingness and despair could be seen on Thorne's face. His arm was shaking, but he still wanted to raise his greatsword to fight. The honor and hope of the Merlin Family couldn't be forfeited like this.
Then, Hoppet floated down the mountain.
"Stop."
