At that moment, some clever individuals noticed that after the mud beneath their feet had turned into black-gray rocks, humans could no longer command or control warhorses and other creatures.
But these voices were drowned out amidst the chaos.
As a result, many knights were betrayed by the warhorses they had ridden day and night, thrown off their backs, and then trampled in the chest by the horses.
Compulsion Viscount's eyes were about to split open, "How could this happen."
"The Druids have deceived me."
"What are you trying to do, if you are not on my side, then you must be with the city council?"
A Dark Giant looked teasingly at the warhorse beneath the Compulsion Viscount, and immediately, the horse raised its hooves and threw the Compulsion Viscount off its back.
The Dark Giant said to the Compulsion Viscount who had fallen off the horse, "You are absurd, human. Do you really think that in Ambros, only humans can be rulers? Is that so?"
