This deafening battle cry, like a sharp wide-blade sword, instantly tore through the tranquil moonlight.
It was like a sudden blow, hitting every single person in the camp, including the middle-aged staff commander.
As everything happened abruptly, before the staff commander, who still had a trace of disdain and contempt on his face, could react.
Under the dark night, countless fiery arrows were already falling from the sky.
These arrows were aided by Anemo magic spells, greatly increasing their range. Although this kind of assistance spell required a lengthy time to cast and was almost impossible to use continuously.
But as the first wave of attack, it was obviously most appropriate.
Among them, a majority of the arrows were shot from the forest on the side of the camp. This natural barrier, although it could stop the charge of the cavalry, also became the best cover for the attackers.
