Chapter 125: A Plan Three Years in the Making [Added 4 out of 5 for Silver League Gold Rank reader 8868]_4

Screams echoed sporadically, congealing into a single chorus of horror.

Fortunately, the Black Feathers were already clutching their shields, raising them instinctively to protect themselves. The first volley of arrows didn't result in too many casualties, but the situation was dire for the others. Hundreds were instantly transformed into living pincushions, collapsing to the ground as blood flowed freely.

The clamour persisted...

This was the sound of countless arrows striking against the shields, the relentless impact causing every member of the Black Feathers to blanch.

These were anything but ordinary military-grade arrows!

With this sustained rain of death, how long could they hold out with just their shields?

And yet, things continued to worsen for the Black Feathers—

A powerful bellow echoed from above.

"Fall!"

Immediately after, bucket after bucket of flammable oil was dumped from the clifftops above the valley.