Harel, who rushed into the crowd like a violent wind, wielded two curved blades in his hands as if they had come to life, constantly dancing and fluttering.
No one could stop his advance!
He single-handedly tore a huge gash in the protective circle surrounding several mid-sized tribal leaders.
The soldiers behind him surged forward, engulfing the panic-stricken mid-sized tribal leaders.
After dealing with these leaders, the others immediately became disorganized, and the army commanded by Harel divided and slaughtered them.
The old, the weak, the women, and the children at the back looked on in horror, unable to do anything but watch as Harel killed their kin.
Seeing that the situation was settled, a deep fatigue showed in the depths of Harel's eyes.
But he didn't show it, ignoring the pleading yells of the other barbarian soldiers, and slaughtered them all.