On the small hill, only two minutes had passed since the gunpowder exploded and till the kobolds surrounded the humans.
Looking at how nervous the seven men were, the kobolds wore malice on their faces as they steadily approached the humans.
Twenty steps...
Fifteen steps...
As the kobolds drew closer, the party of seven, who had their backs against each other, could almost see the gleam on the kobold warriors' spears, the staves clutched by the kobold mages, as well as...
Their fingers moving to cast spells.
"We can't wait any longer. If we don't go forth and fight these b*stards now, we're gonna end up dead anyway!"
Even though those fearless words poured out of Zhang Ren's mouth, the quivering steel sword in his hands and his ashen face gave away his bluff.
After he spoke out, contrary to what he imagined, his companions did not remain silent, but roared out at the top of their lungs with fiery fighting spirit.
