The centaur leader glimpsed the attack from the Undead Army. He snorted coldly and waved his hand; all his subordinates instantly abandoned their arrows and drew their swords. Far from retreating, they rapidly converged, iron hooves thundering, and charged towards the Undead Army.
Rivals always look forward to each other's downfall.
Both were notorious Hell Swarms from the Abyss, both adept at cavalry warfare. The enmity between the Centaurs and the Snake-men could fill a library. Was there any need for the formality of exchanging names before a fight?
Just get it done!
These Snake-men, who usually just sat on their kinsmen taking potshots, had clearly lost their minds! Light cavalry charging heavily armored cavalry? If they're looking for death, we'll grant it to them!
"AHHHHH——————"
Amidst the Centaurs' roaring battle cries, the earth of the fire-strewn field trembled once more. The crimson Centaurs converged and rallied, launching a countercharge against the Undead Army.
