After two volleys of arrows, the Centaur Chief was already visible at the head of the charge.
"Elf Archer Third Battalion, prepare Magic Arrows!"
"Fire!"
In the blink of an eye, only 400 meters remained. For the Centaur Corps, this seemingly short distance had become the deadly final stretch of their lives.
When the last hundred Elf Archers fired their Magic Arrows—which transformed in mid-air into fire, ice, and wind arrows—they landed among the Centaur ranks and immediately caused massive casualties.
After being hit by several waves of delayed-effect magic, the vanguard of the one-thousand-strong Centaur Corps had been completely wiped out. Even Zhao Tianlai, who was originally commanding from the center-rear of the formation, was now forced to become the Centaur leading the charge.
