Distance remaining is one thousand five hundred meters...
"Buer elite squads, charge! Bestow the Stone Skin War Song! Liger squads, spread out!" Prince Lionheart commanded calmly to the signaler and the twelve War Shamans who served as the whips of the gods of war, his whip pointing to the front: "Mages, get ready!"
Unlike other Beamon legions, the commander of the Imperial Guards not only planned the offense but also directed the war song, with the shamans responsible solely for their magic beast combat.
The twelve shamans had long since prepared their amplifying instruments. Upon hearing the order, they immediately scattered a series of hibernation halos. Astonishingly, each of these three elite Imperial Guard squads was accompanied by four War Shamans! That was four times the number that the Turun squads had! Two elven mages also took out their staffs and the magic scrolls hidden in their sleeves.
