The commander refused to acknowledge that he had done anything wrong.
The most important person in the convoy was the count, then the count's son, and finally he, the commander himself.
To him, everyone else was just a disposable subordinate who could be sacrificed for the sake of saving his own life.
He had fought many battles in his long life and knew that if they kept dragging the battle and kept fighting the elephant monster, nearly all of them would die here today.
Perhaps not even one person might survive once dozens of other monsters gather after hearing the loud commotion and smelling the scent of blood.
But now, it was all safe.
Other monsters will be frightened by the lightning and won't dare to come near.
The smell of burnt meat of the monster will suppress the smell of blood in the area!
He already knew that the count's carriage was capable of withstanding even thunderbolts falling directly on top of it, let alone an indirect one coming its way through water.
