The Extra Wants To Live

"Fight! For everyone!"

"Waaah!"

Shouts erupt like a volcano exploding or thunder crashing down.

The soldiers responded to Carl shout by stamping their feet and banging their shields.

The force was so strong and hot that the gnolls who were running towards the wooden fence were startled and stopped in their tracks.

"Prepare your fire arrows!"

When Gnoll's momentum was completely lost, Corbin wasted no time in giving instructions.

Originally, fire arrows were intended to be fired to scare away gnolls who were chopping axes at wooden fences. But he can't miss this opportunity.

The archers are busy taking arrows wrapped in oiled cloth to the torches and lighting them on fire.

Corbin shouted loudly when he saw that the archers were ready.

"Shoot!"

Toad!

The number of archers is not that large. At best, there were only about 10 of them, and even those couldn't attack properly because they didn't have enough arrows. This is because the arrows could not be collected while taking the corpse.

However, the sight of 10 fire arrows flying at the same time felt threatening to the gnoll, who was intimidated by the force of the soldier soaring through the sky.

Burbubbuk—!

Wooosh—!

Gnolls hit by fiery arrows fall down. Thanks to the mixture of not only oil but also dried and solidified excrement collected from the bathroom, the fire did not go out easily and created a terrible stench along with the smell of burning fur and flesh.

As black smoke spreads out from the fire arrow that is not easily extinguished, the surrounding gnolls quickly retreat.

Originally, no matter how many fire arrows were thrown at them, the gnolls didn't care.

They won't die right away if they get hit anyway. If Archers fire 10 shots, about 3 will die.

There are no arrows, so shooting 30 arrows and then stopping is an arrow, so they don't even snort.

However, the gnolls who were intimidated by the explosive force created by Carl were distracted by the flaming arrow, and the gnolls hit by it could clearly be seen emitting a foul odor and smoke and struggling in terrible pain.

"Prepare the fire arrows again! hurry!"

Catherine, who saw this, gave an order in a loud voice.

Although Carl was the commander of the punitive force that had received the emperor's orders, Catherine could only command the imperial soldiers because she did not discuss command authority.

But she don't have time to worry about that right now.

At Catherine's command, the archers again prepare flaming arrows and fire them.

"Shoot!"

Toad!

Once again, a fiery arrow crosses the sky and strikes the gnoll.

Kang! Kang!Kang!

Not all of them hit the target, so three shots ended up on the floor.

Nevertheless, the gnolls were frightened and confused and could not easily approach the fence.

"Waaaaaa!"

Seeing this, the soldiers' morale rises even more and they let out a roar as hot as fire.

Due to the soldiers waving the torches on top of the fence, Corbin is worried that the fence might catch fire and shouts to be careful.

There is fear in the eyes of the gnoll as he looks up at the fire shaking wildly on the wooden fence.

Although the gnoll is said to have made an ax by manipulating fire, albeit crudely, it is ultimately a monster whose nature is close to that of a beast, so it has a strong instinct to fear of fire.

Until now, as they had continued to gain the upper hand over humans, they had forgotten their fear of fire.

However, as they had suffered a crushing defeat yesterday with huge losses, and the morale of the soldiers was soaring due to Carl's presence, and the gnolls'

momentum had been broken, fear was creeping into their hearts.

"Lady Catherine, will they go away?"

Carl straightened his breathing, which had become a little rough from giving a speech, and asked Catherine.

Looking at the current situation, he think that they might back out...

"I don't think they will step down. If they were going to step down, they would have done so a long time ago. There must be something unknown that is making them keep fighting."

Catherine said coldly.

If they had retreated to this extent in the first place, they wouldn't have attacked the human village.

Above all, even though they killed that many people, they recovered that ridiculous number in one day. Something is clearly happening in the forest.

And just as Catherine said, the gnolls were slowly approaching the fence, even though they were scared.

Carl, who held the spear tightly, raised his arms with a strong movement so that everyone could see her red cloak fluttering, and shouted.

"Show human power to those lowly beasts! Knock them all to death!"

"Waaah!"

Even though the gnoll did not retreat and instead approached, their morale did not seem to be broken.

Still, Carl couldn't like it.

Once close combat begins, losses are inevitable.

Tonight is going to be hell again.

Carl recalled a dream scene.

A mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood.

Carl will climb up and survive, even if it means piling up corpses.

Carl felt a chill run down his spine, a premonition of the bloodshed to come. The sight of their fearless approach, despite the fiery barrage raining down upon them, filled him with a sense of dread unlike any he had ever known.

Yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, Carl refused to yield to despair. With every fiber of his being, he clung to the flickering flame of hope, determined to lead his companions through the crucible of battle and emerge victorious against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

With Catherine's unwavering resolve guiding their every move, the soldiers braced themselves for the inevitable clash, their weapons at the ready, their hearts ablaze with the fervor of defiance.

Each passing moment felt like an eternity, each beat of their hearts a solemn vow to stand firm in the face of adversity.

As the gnolls closed in, their primal roars echoing through the night like a harbinger of doom, Carl felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

With a steely gaze and a resolute spirit, he raised his spear high, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

"Stand fast, my comrades!" he cried out, his voice ringing clear and true above the din of battle. "For honor, for glory, for the lives of those we hold dear! Let us show these beasts the strength of the human spirit!"

His words stirred something deep within the hearts of the soldiers, igniting a flame of determination that burned brighter than any fire. With a unified cry, they charged forth to meet the gnolls head-on, their weapons gleaming in the pale moonlight, their resolve unyielding as steel.