Chapter 620: SO WAS HE

"Serefina," Chiron called the witch's name as he stood up and gestured to Zarrn to stay away from the Lycan. 

Not too far from them, a bunch of hunters and centaurs were snarling and squealing as the ground started to turn into a butchery. The theatre of death filled up with keening, and caterwauling sounds as the ground was sodden with blood and ichor.

A windstorm of fire arrows was skirling and sizzling up through the sky from the spell that the witches chanted. 

There were around twenty witches, standing in the far distance, battling the hunters and the centaurs from afar, while fifty vampires slaughtered their enemy, bathing themselves with their blood and entertained their ears with their yowls and snarls. 

There were too many of them and soon it would turn into a massacre.