Under the thunderous assault signal, amidst the glinting forest of spears, footsteps shook the earth.
The spear phalanx, which had been retreating in silence earlier, now began pushing their shields forward in orderly unison.
....The Northmen couldn't hold back anymore?
A fierce expression emerged on Archer's face.
The tribal war chief, gifted with extraordinary eyesight, naturally noticed the griffin hovering above the enemy's heads.
But even with such a powerful war beast, it was not enough to turn the tide of advantage on such a large-scale battlefield.
However, to leave such a colossal beast unchecked was, of course, impossible.
"Bring me my bow!" Archer shouted loudly.
A nearby guard pledged to war responded to the order, spurred his horse to the rear of their ranks, and commanded two burly slaves to haul over the massive "Dragon Hunting Bow," along with the exaggeratedly large arrows, as oversized as siege crossbow bolts, to the war chief's side.
