The sudden downpour of arrows caught the Jackal Wolfman Tribe off guard, and under the deadly rain, the Beastmen panicked, scattering in all directions.
"Don't panic, hide behind the trees!"
The Dark Elf spun into the air, turning the longbow, deflecting an arrow that shot towards him, and swiftly darted like an agile rabbit behind a nearby large tree.
Although the sudden attack shattered the morale of the Beastmen of the Jackal Wolfman Tribe, there were many elite fighters among them. Perhaps accustomed to such wars, the death of their comrades did not cause them to lose their minds, and they quickly sought cover.
However, just when the Beastmen were scattered everywhere, the rain of arrows suddenly ceased.
Simultaneously,
"Charge! Attack!"
From within the jungle, a minotaur army numbering over a hundred suddenly charged out, each holding a long spear and wooden shield, forming a neat formation as they advanced.
