Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 384 - 178: Battle to the Death
Facing the orderly fire of the beastman heavy crossbowmen, the side of Lorand City in the arena suffered heavy losses.
The combat strength displayed by the organized army at this moment far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.
The gladiators, who were once full of confidence, suffered a brutal defeat.
Every arrow from the beastman heavy crossbowmen was like a soul-reaping scythe. Pulling the trigger meant the passing of a life.
With hundreds of thousands of gladiators crowded together, extremely dense, there was no need to aim at all.
Moreover, the constraints of the arena limited their ability to spread out.
The people in the back wanted to move forward, but their companions in the front were their biggest obstacle.
This directly resulted in only two to three thousand people at most being able to come into direct contact with the beastmen.
This provided the beastman heavy crossbowmen with perfect space for attack.
The horrific waves of blood erupted, causing the residents of Lorand City to have their eyelids twitch.
Too brutal!
Many of the high-ranking figures they looked up to were being slaughtered like lambs.
They didn’t even have the ability to fight back.
At this rate, it’s feared that in less than two hours, these hundreds of thousands of people would be slaughtered completely!!
"Can someone come up with a solution... my cousin is still up there?!"
"These beastmen are too strong, our people are simply not their match!!"
"We’re doomed!!"
Lear noticed the dire situation and his gaze became serious.
He spoke in a deep voice.
"Everyone listen up!"
"Level 15 hero units gather towards the center!"
"Everyone else organize resistance around them."
"Those with ranged attack capabilities immediately retreat to the stands to provide support."
"Don’t crowd at the front, maintain a certain distance, and fight in order of your seating."
"Do not entertain any flukes, the beastmen have set a death trap in the arena, they will not give us a chance to survive! They will show no mercy."
"We can only hold on until the arena’s blockage fails, only then will we be safe."
"The Guard Legion of Lorand City will never sit idly by and let the beastmen’s plan succeed!"
The resolute words echoed in the sky, like a shot in the arm, invigorating everyone’s spirits.
Even the residents below felt much more assured.
After Lear spoke his powerful and firm words, he glanced around.
"Is there a commander from Lorand City present? Step forward immediately to take command!"
"Here, we need a professional to control the situation!"
As his voice fell, a surge of powerful energy radiated out, like a giant dragon opening its eyes, intimidating all around, instantly calming the restless crowd.
Amid the awakened crowd, a figure in golden armor and with a commanding presence floated into the air.
He turned to see who had spoken, but with so many people, he couldn’t spot Lear and had to give up.
"I am the deputy commander of Lorand City’s Seventh Guard Legion. Now, in the name of the Lorand City Guard Army, I recruit everyone in the arena into the temporary Guard Legion!"
"Everyone, obey orders!"
The crowd felt slightly relieved at these words.
A position of such authority as a Guard Legion commander held a lot of sway.
In the current situation, only by coming together as one might there be a chance to make it out alive.
The most important trait of these high-level warriors is their ability to distinguish advantages from disadvantages.
The range of forces moved to the back of the crowd and began to provide support from the stands.
The crowd of warriors also pulled back, no longer jostling and trampling their own companions.
Meanwhile, the Level 15 heroes began to converge towards the center.
More than three hundred high-tier heroes, rare to see outside, gathered swiftly.
It seemed quite exaggerated.
But more than half of these Level 15 heroes had rushed from various cities and other provinces in the Northern Territory.
Some had even come from the Royal Capital.
Given the vast territory and population of the Griffin Empire, this number was not excessive.
But regardless, Level 15 heroes are individuals capable of holding the position of deputy commander in Lorand City’s Guard Legion.
They are absolute big shots.
Their large-scale appearances were enough to make hearts tremble.
No wonder the beastmen set this trap, for if they were all slaughtered, the Northern Territory’s core strength would suffer a major blow.
And besides these people, there were large numbers of Level 14, Level 13, and Level 12 heroes... totaling over a thousand and even more.
Using the arena as bait, the slaughter trap set by the beastmen sent chills to the hearts of the dignitaries below.
They knew that many people wanted the favor of the God of Combat by entering the arena.
But they had never expected the numbers to be this great.
"These individuals must not be harmed!"
"I see the heir of the Ror Clan... and the Guard Captain of the Keside Clan, why are so many influential people inside?"
"The beastmen have placed a heavy bet!! Their next move will surely be more frantic!"
"Be prepared... a big battle is about to begin, this is just the appetizer!"
The beastman prince, upon seeing the gathered high-tier heroes, instead revealed a slight sneer in his eyes.
"This is more like it... finding them one by one, when would I ever finish?!"
"Slaughter begins now!"
He suddenly threw his head back and let out a powerful roar.
The next moment, from the space crack in the rear, came a denser chorus of roars in response.
In an instant, in the midst of the frenzied flow of the beastman army into the arena, a brief gap appeared.
The entire Lorand City noticed the anomaly, and everyone focused their attention.
In an instant, a particularly terrifying group of beastmen emerged from the crack.
On their foreheads was engraved a striking red inscription, their figures burly like standing bulls.
They wore black heavy armor inscribed with blood-colored markings, holding menacing war sabers with wolf head handles.
