The Centaur leader Chiron fled in disgrace through the forest, his head disheveled, face smeared with ash, and the air of confidence and pride he once had completely gone.
After running far enough, until he was gasping for breath, Chiron finally stopped, panting heavily.
He turned his head,
The defeated soldiers following him all looked dejected, crestfallen, with sorrow and loss spreading through the remaining troops, all the arrogance and bravery evaporated in the one-sided battle just fought.
"What the hell happened?!!!"
Even now, Chiron's mind was still blank, a muddled mess.
How could they lose? And lose so miserably!
Due to their physique, Centaurs naturally had an advantage over other Beastman races, and once they charged, they were usually unstoppable, especially against those lower races; no matter how many there were, they couldn't shake them in the slightest.
