In an instant, the Centaurs made the connection between the Light Cavalry before them and the humans from that night.
'It's them!'
To be honest, many of the Centaurs had been unconvinced that night, believing the humans had relied on despicable tactics.
But now, with the chance for a rematch right in front of them, the reality only served to once again prove the might of the human Cavalry.
Wails and cries erupted from the Centaurs. This human Cavalry charge was the last straw.
The entire Centaur army was no longer retreating; it was a full-blown rout.
"Out of my way! Out of my way!"
Daimon was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, caught in a desperate race for his life across the battlefield.
With human Knights in relentless pursuit, even an idiot like Daimon could grasp the situation.
He had considered the possibility of defeat, but he never imagined his so-called Centaur Elite would crumble at the first sign of contact and scatter to the winds.
