บท 217: War (5)

Xian Lang raised his hand, and without further coaxing, the fire Chiangdas threw their spurting fires. Burning those running red-clad men who were escaping from the unmerciful moving cracks, as if it was chasing them. 

Water Chiangdas lashed long-waters like it was clear whips, hitting the men. Thorny vines, pebbles fired like bullets, and others, attacking the Platanna armies who were running toward their way. This was the perfect ambush and killed these unprepared invaders. It devastated the prince and those inside the shield, watching the slaughter in front of their very eyes.

"Haha, this is what I was waiting for when those ingrates arrived. I really hate watching them with their colorful entourage." A bearded Chiangda said as he threw frozen arrows to the incoming red armored guy, but this opponent man raised his red sword, made of pure Wag stone, and cut the arrows with unseen speed and without care.