Boom! Boom! Boom! ——!
The sound of cannons being fired continued chiming like clanging copper pipes.
Cannonballs whizzed past, splattering severed limbs everywhere.
The Human Clan, before even reaching the Dwarf Camp, had already suffered significant casualties.
Zackery, who had been leading the charge, found his steps slowing down. He wiped off the blood that had splattered on him and glanced uncertainly at his sides.
Fleetingly, his face turned monstrously pale.
There were bits of flesh and blood everywhere.
Those still alive were already in panic, completely devoid of fighting spirit.
Zackery tried to say something to boost morale.
But his words were drowned out by the booming of falling cannonballs, failing to reach the ears of the remaining men.
A feeling of helplessness surged within him.
The gap between both sides was just too big. When it came to their equipment level, they were simply on different spectrums.
He looked up towards the direction of their territory.
