The somewhat dumbfounded Famir reached up to touch his forehead.
"Alright, I must have gone crazy myself!"
Receiving a definite reply, Serra raised an eyebrow with great satisfaction and turned to Gathel behind her, who was ready to act.
"Time for your performance! Bring the goods and head out!"
Facing the deafening cries of battle not far away, Gathel nodded with unparalleled excitement, his eyes unmistakably revealing a lust and fervor for combat. He waved to the Catachang warriors behind him:
"Bring the goods, let's move out!"
Thus, amidst the curious gazes of numerous adventurers, twenty towering and burly Catachang warriors charged forward without hesitation.
Just as the troop of slave warriors reached the mountainside, before they could even push forward, they collided with ten pitch-black, gleaming Great Demon Blades!
These deadly single-edged blades cut through two rows of slave warriors as effortlessly as slicing tofu.
