"My ambush! My ambush has come in handy!" Overjoyed, he hugged the nearest guard and shouted excitedly, "Before this battle began, I had already hidden thirty war beasts in caves near the enemy camp. After the battle started, I used a signal arrow to order them to attack the enemy camp immediately. It seems they succeeded!"

The knights who had stopped attacking stood there for a moment, and then, led by their leader, slowly withdrew from the Ulster army's formation.

After a heated argument, the gladiators changed direction and ran quickly toward Froststone Camp.

Watching the heavy cavalry and gladiators, having abandoned their attack, gradually disappear at the edge of the battlefield, Vorgal, disregarding his image, plopped down on the muddy ground, panting heavily. In a trembling voice, still shaken by the ordeal, he said to those around him, "That was too close... far too close! If it weren't for that pre-arranged ambush, those twenty-eight monsters alone could have utterly defeated us! I've never seen anything like that in my life..."

A commander approached him, and asked with a worried expression, "Sir, what should we do next?"

"What else can we do?!" Fugal shouted, his eyes wide. "Dump all supplies! Everyone, retreat to the kingdom as soon as possible! I need to report to the king about what's happening here..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone in the army suddenly shouted, "Look over there! Those people look like our cavalry!"

"Our cavalry?!" Vorgal stood up, shaking his head in bewilderment. "I remember their mission was to assist in attacking the enemy camp. How did they end up here?"

Reaching the high point of the camp, Vlgar looked towards the edge of the battlefield and saw a light cavalry force of about fifty men running at full speed out of the forest, galloping toward Ulster's camp.

As the cavalrymen ran, they waved their arms and shouted something.

Hearing the indistinct sounds coming from afar, Fugal asked the person next to him, completely bewildered, "What are those people shouting?"

One of the soldiers with better hearing listened carefully for a while, then said to Vorgal with some uncertainty, "Sir, they seem to be shouting... Run!"

"escape?!"

Before Vorgal could react, a huge black figure crashed through countless trees, kicking up a flurry of snowflakes, and burst out of the forest, entering everyone's field of vision.

A huge, jet-black creature crawled at high speed on the ground. Its head looked like that of a giant lizard with sharp, angular features, its limbs were sharp and strong iron claws, its thick tail was covered with spikes, and its entire body was covered with scales that looked like they were made of steel.

"Ah! What is that?!"

"From beginning to end, its total length is probably over seven meters!"

"Compared to it, those warhorses are like putting wild dogs and lions together!"

Exclamations of surprise rippled through Ulster's army. Vorgal, however, frowned, and asked his guards with suspicion, "Does our kingdom possess such war beasts? Do you recognize them?"

Seeing everyone around him shaking their heads, Fugal felt a strong sense of unease.

His anxiety soon became a reality.

The pitch-black monster stood upright, opened its enormous mouth, and unleashed a frost breath over forty centimeters in diameter with a range of fifteen meters, instantly freezing the dozen or so cavalrymen at the back into ice sculptures.