The raging flames gradually died down.
The Orc soldiers, mired in chaos, abruptly stopped slaughtering one another.
Gazing upon the almost ash-like bodies numbering in the thousands, they held back their fear, unwilling to confront the slaughtering blades raised by the elite cavalry, and fled forward in a frenzy.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A continuous volleys of crossbow arrows poured down upon the orcs trying to escape on both sides.
Arrows brimming with paralyzing toxin, lethal upon striking vital spots or torsos.
And those who were merely grazed would fall notwithstanding.
Like a giant eraser, with resolute and merciless strokes, it forcibly erased these orcs from existence.
The elite cavalry, who were surrounding these orc soldiers, looked on with great curiosity at the troops who were marching in formation.
They stood by Yaya's sides, taking turns pulling triggers, shooting calmly and skillfully in rotation.
