"Commander Lahm!"
The remaining beastmen from Duskin halted abruptly, a palpable fear seizing them as they gazed upon their fallen comrade.
This is the fourth-level commander of the Duskin tribe, tragically slain by an arrow!
"Horrible!" exclaimed a voice in the chaos.
Previously, the archers had been targeting the ordinary beastmen warriors to their rear, leaving the commander unnoticed until it was too late.
"There!" Kule pointed out to another formidable sixth-level warrior of the Duskin tribe after spotting Logan darting across the rooftop.
The two beastmen exchanged glances, each recognizing in the other a formidable adversary of equal prowess.
"Only a warrior of significant strength could make such a leap without invoking their battle spirit," Kule observed quietly.
"Harvey, return to your father at once. These adversaries are beyond your skill," instructed Surshen, the Chief Duskin's brother, his voice tinged with urgency.