[Outside the Hunting Circle]
The hunting grounds were like a boiling volcano crater, with signals of smoke, glares of fire, the sound of hooves, and the whizz of arrows.
Mad beasts stampeded in every direction, even breaking through several felt walls; the Herder hunters who could not escape in time were trampled underfoot, screaming as they vanished.
In the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves, Herders and Herders were also killing each other.
However, the people of Iron Peak County could only hear the screams and the clashing of weapons; they couldn't see anything clearly.
Without any warning, Vashka's Warhorse let out a frantic neigh. It reared up on its hind legs, savagely kicking out at old Sergei.
If not for Colonel Moritz's swift reaction in pushing old Dusack down, Sergei's skull would have been kicked to pieces.
