My command was as simple as it was direct. I wasn’t too certain if the golems could understand the true meaning behind my words, but as the command was given, they charged forward as ordered. Their weight was frightening, to say the least. For every step they took, the earth itself would groan. Rocks would fly off like an explosion had gone off at the site of their footsteps. And as the cacophony of rubble and booming footsteps echoed across the battlefield, it wasn’t long before every creature’s attention was attracted over to us.
“Blast it! What are you doing here again!” Warwraith had a face with the words frustration and anger written all over. “Why can’t you just watch quietly from over there? Do you really think we Warhorses are afraid of you?!”
Because of the booming footsteps of the golems, Warwraith had already sensed our presence the moment we arrived. Yet never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that we would be so shameless as to harass him so soon after the previous beating.
With a horde of golems charging ever closer, Warwraith didn’t dare to act rashly, merely holding position for now. He had definitely heard my command just now, so he knew that as long as he stood there, he wouldn’t be attacked.
He was right on that front. Not long after, the golems surrounded him but never attacked him. Based on this alone, I could at least take heart that their intelligence wasn’t horrifically low.
“If I were you right now, I wouldn’t make any sudden moves.”
Seeing him so obedient in his circle of golems, I couldn’t but smile a little as I brought my forces forward. As we got closer, that old horse’s already black face got even blacker. His furious shaking was no better proof of how angry he was right now. At the same time, it was a sign of his fear.
“What do you even want?!”
Warwraith yelled at me. As he was right now, there was no way for him to express his disquiet other than shouting. Yet as the saying went, dogs who bite don’t bark. His shouting merely showed that he was all bark and no bite.
“Nothing at all, really. So you better not do anything unnecessary either. Just watch quietly from there.”
“There’s no benefit for both of us if they keep fighting like this.”
“I’m fine with that. I’ll just take it as I’m watching a show.”
“… b*stard!” In a war of words, there really was no way Warwraith would ever win -just look at how he lost after two sentences.
Even though I didn’t say it, he knew exactly what I wanted. After a brief pause, he finally swallowed this bitter pill through gritted teeth.
Eyes still spewing hate, the old horse yelled in the direction of the battlefield, “Stop fighting! I want all of you back here now!”
Even though Jeerah was able to disrupt the Warhorses with her Adept Psychic Enthrallment, the battle couldn’t be said to be in their favor. At the end of the day, the Devils were simply too weak to fight against the Warhorses. Her participation did allow them to counterattack somewhat, but their level difference wasn’t something that could be overcome so easily.
If one was to take that Large Imp who fought a Warhorse to death as an example, while he might have won, he had to pay an unbearable price for that victory. Barring some form of main character plot armor, any similar victory would be a pyrrhic one as well.
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