In the sky, several Scavenger Crow Beasts with bony wings circled low, diving down to peck out the eyes of the strugglers.
Alchemy firearms frequently jammed in the extreme cold and wet snow, the damp powder unable to ignite.
Petroleum canisters were thrown out but were flung back by the enemy with live vines.
The flames instantly engulfed a section of the wooden wall, and the defending soldiers screamed and fell in the firelight.
In less than an hour, the defense line was completely torn apart.
The Barbarians stormed into the town, axes chopping down wooden houses, and vines erupted from the ground, climbing like venomous snakes over the walls and roofs, uprooting entire buildings.
In the chaos of the blizzard and flames, Astha saw his town being ground to ruins bit by bit.
It was no longer a battle but an unstoppable slaughter.
Within two days, eight villages and towns on the outskirts of Frost River Valley fell one after another.
