Chapitre 832: The Allied Move - Part 5

Despite having a bloodthirsty Blackthorn hot on his heels, Jorah gave that order. Instead of ordering his men to protect him, he urged them to rush further away.

"Now, this is interesting…" Oliver mused. It didn't at all look like any of the battles that had been had thus far. It was actively being shaped by the different strategic minds involved.

Now, instead of two flat lines, it was a circle of purple Skullic men, surrounded by two coiling snakes that rushed around from the left and the right. Judas' men on the left had slowed to try and pierce the circle, but at Jorah's urging, they kept rushing forward, tracing the circle's curve, aiming to get behind it, where the enemy rear had once been.

Firyr didn't bother. If that circle was an apple, then he was a worm. He wanted to get inside of it, and gobble up everything that it had. He led his men straight towards it.