They roared and charged straight toward the nearby Monster Tribe, creating an earth-splitting boom as they attacked.
...
At about the same time, in front of a large Snake man tribe.
The Legendary Elf Ranger stood in the air, looking down coldly at the barbaric and bloodstained land below.
Here, too, blood towers stood tall.
Compared to the giants, the elves' siege capabilities lacked greatly, so to quickly change the battle dynamic, the Legendary Elf would take matters into his own hands.
"I've long wanted to eradicate these filthy tribes, and today, my longstanding wish will finally come true."
He murmured.
To reduce casualties, the Windchaser Ranger took the lead in the charge, with the Power of Heaven and Earth surging around him as he advanced.
This is what legends are made of.
As long as no Monster legends were present, no matter how impregnable the large tribe was fortified, it was absolutely vulnerable before his might.
...
A quarter of an hour later.
