Whizz!
With a sharp whistle, an arrow whizzed over the heads of the two wizards, striking heavily before the ogre tribe's campfire, splattering a cloud of black soil.
A dull sound of hooves came from all around, and Gan Ning felt as if the entire forest was trembling.
One after another, centaur knights in leather armor appeared in the night, seeming not to notice the two wizards close at hand as they silently whistled past them, forming a strict yet seemingly loose formation as they gradually surrounded the small ogre camp. The sound of bowstrings sang unceasingly, yet not a single ogre was struck.
This is expulsion, not war.
An abrupt realization arose in the young wizard's heart — most likely, this wandering ogre tribe had infringed upon the centaurs' territory, inciting this disaster. At the same time, arrows fell from the sky with precision around the ogre priest, as the ogre warriors roared, brandishing immense wooden clubs, bravely encircling the priest.
