The situation is getting worse.
It seems like dozens of gnolls have been killed, but they are still filling up the area.
Despite the efforts of the soldiers, Catherine, and Bilford, it is now impossible to count the number of gnolls coming over the carriage at once.
Milton also healed several wounded soldiers and now had little mana left.
"Sigh!"
Pow!
This is already the 11th assault.
Carl was now able to control himself at the moment the horse hit the gnoll and reduce the impact.
Hiss! Hiss!
However, Carl's war horse, which had to take all 11 charges with its chest, was slowly reaching its limit.
While getting here, he had to keep walking while carrying Carl on his back, sprinted with all his might before forming a formation, circled endlessly within the terrain, and charged with his chest 11 times.
It's even weirder that he doesn't get tired.
Carl also knew very well that his horse was very tired.
