Over 800 Barbarian Soldiers fell, while those remaining, the elderly, and the weak stopped in their tracks, looking ahead with sheer terror.
The bridge, covered in fresh blood, was densely littered with the corpses of Barbarian Soldiers.
Advance, and certain death awaits!
Yet, reality wouldn't allow them to halt.
Seeing their defeat, Harel commanded the second tribe to start moving forward:
"Kill anyone in our way!"
Although it pained their hearts, it was Harel's command, and they dared not disobey.
Thus, the Barbarian Soldiers behind raised their butcher knives, driving those in front of them forward.
Dozens fell, and the fear of death descended upon them.
Threatened by death itself, the Barbarians in front had no choice but to advance.
Beelzebub watched this scene indifferently, let out a faint, cold chuckle, clenched his fists tightly, and calmly shouted:
"Fire!"
