You challenge Transylvania alone!
40!
40 kills is the line of victory; if you win, the Vam Decapitator is yours. If you lose, your head will be sent to Crimson Castle to adorn our banner.
The Fury!
I invite you to witness this moment!"
At Murphy's invitation, Vam's roar swept over the land filled with bodies and death like a searing wind. A circle of blood-red radiance burned on the ground, with the West Sacha Barbarian's war runes flickering like flames in the light.
Clearly, this is the battlefield The Fury has prepared for tonight's final battle.
Hurley strapped a Whip-tail War Banner to his back, wielded his axe without fear, and leaped in, taunting the players with a disrespectful gesture.
Murphy ignored him completely and turned to look at tonight's Commander, Old Qin. He said:
