“There’s an ambush!” Ergil shouted in a loud voice as soon as he witnessed the young warrior’s sudden death.

The warriors of Arbalde were busy dodging and protecting themselves from the pile of falling stones, but Yurban drew his dual swords and bounced off the rocks falling in front of him. A loud roar echoed throughout the mountain. This was a roar that only those whose minds had been encroached upon by the Crack could understand. Upon hearing the roar, the warriors immediately regained their composure and prepared for battle.

“Come out, you Imperial bastards! Your fattened skins will be useful to us, allowing us to last through the winter!” Yurban shouted.

“You might be a little disappointed if what you want is our skin.”

A mocking voice replied to Yurban’s shout from the top of the mountain. At the same time, arrows poured down on the warrior division. The warriors barely managed to avoid the rocks that were slowly rolling toward them, but it was impossible for them to dodge all the arrows fiercely pouring down on them.

The warriors crawling up the hillside were soon stabbed by the arrows and rolled down the hill. Only a few were able to hide behind the rocks and the bodies of their comrades.

“How long are you going to continue with this cowardly move?!” Yurban shouted as he blocked another arrow.

“Can someone please pierce that noisy bastard’s neck and shut him up?”

Arrows were shot toward the spot where Yurban was standing one...