"Second row, prepare!"
Gray Stone shouted, his voice rough like thunder.
Ten Wildmen simultaneously raised their long spears, muscles taut, their movements uneven.
But that didn't matter, as long as the spears were hurled toward the camp.
"Throw!"
The long spears whistled through the air, again like meteors streaking across the sky, crashing into the camp with force.
"Second row, prepare!"
"Third row! Fourth row!"
The Wildmen advanced like an artillery station, row after row.
With each round of throws, ten long spears flew out with destructive power.
They specifically targeted areas with more people by the bonfire, precision was not important.
The range of the long spear wasn't as far as a bow and arrow, but its power was several times greater.
Ordinary armor was as fragile as paper in front of it, breaking with a thrust.
"What's going on? Why wasn't there a warning from the sentries?"
Chris glared at the corpses scattered around, his face pale white like a ghoul.
