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Samikan loosely held his club and looked around himself. The warriors who followed his frenzied charge were busy repelling the knights with their lives.
'A charge that disregards one’s own life.'
To face a knight as a barbarian warrior, one had to be fully prepared to sacrifice themselves. Fearing sacrifice was only going to lead to more harm. Like a cornered rat biting a cat, only the madness of the weak could overturn the disadvantage of power.
The smell of blood wafted from the corpses of warriors that far exceeded the number of the dead knights. Samikan narrowed his eyes as he smelled the blood. He stepped on the corpses of his brothers. The blood-stained arrow marked the path Samikan was destined to take.
"Look! Our Great Chief Samikan doesn’t have a single scratch on his body!"
Samikan's loyal man beside him shouted. Samikan, leading at the forefront, was covered only in the enemy's blood.
"Oh heavens!"
The warriors roared. They flipped the helmets of the fallen knights and thrust their daggers into them.
Schluck!
Now, the warriors soaked in blood were pushing the knights back.
"Y-you goddamned barbarians!!"
Doleman screamed and swung his sword. No matter how many he cut down, the waves of barbarians seemed endless. So many had been cut that human fat clogged the blade, making it feel sticky.
"Sir Doleman! We must retreat!"
"And where do you think we can retreat to!"
Doleman's eyes blazed as he stared...
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