On the sand dunes ahead, the son of the Golden King, Prometheus, wore a slightly mocking expression. He lightly raised his palm, as if calling forth the chariots to charge.
Even at this moment, he was accompanied by several beautiful concubines.
Behind the chariots, an armored elephant emerged, with several elite archers stationed on its tower.
Duncan and his group were entangled.
"You left, I right!"
Duncan threw the long-handled Grandfather to Hegel beside him, his gaze shifting to the rushing armored elephant ahead, then took a dwarf throwing axe from his waist.
In the entire barbarian team, only the two of them could wield two-handed weapons as if they were one-handed.
"Okay!"
Hegel nodded, raising the heavy dwarf shield to face the serrated chariot charging ahead, while the barbarians behind him slightly spread out their formation, preparing to counterattack after the first collision.
At this moment, Duncan also took a deep breath.
