"Your Highness!"
"All beastmen, block that guy!"
Seeing Austin being knocked out of the air by Grom's club, the remaining beastmen of the Dragon Nest Tribe instantly snapped back to their senses. Within the previous experiences of the Dragon Nest Tribe, every beastman had already regarded Austin as an absolute lord-like existence, an incomparable admiration accompanied by unmatched loyalty.
"Charge! It's time to sacrifice for His Highness!"
Accompanied by a roar, the beastmen of the Dragon Nest Tribe charged forward fiercely with wooden spears, their eyes blood-red, as if Grom held a vendetta against them.
"Do you think a swarm of ants can take down an elephant?"
Grom roared, sweeping the massive wolf fang club across the air, causing a storm of wind to ravage the ground, smashing large pieces of the earth, and sweeping beastmen into the air with powerful gusts.
Yet how could these beastmen of the Dragon Nest Tribe possibly feel fear?
