The wind and snow are howling.
An insect nest burns in the valley, black smoke formed from the mix of blood and tar rises into the sky, igniting the entire twilight horizon.
And amidst the burning mountains of corpses and sea of fire, the Dragon Blood Legion descends through the snow.
They are clad in heavy armor interwoven with black and red, their formation as orderly as a torrent of iron.
The heavy infantry broke the wind first, raising their shields to form a wedge-shaped assault.
Behind them were flanking slicing knights and heavily armored javelin throwers.
The "Magic Explosion Spears" thrown from the high ridges split the sky, falling in clusters like a sudden thunderstorm.
Flames, explosions, fighting energy, a triple wave of lethal force advancing like a tidal wave.
A tide of insect corpses surged forth, crawling densely over the valley.
But in front of the Dragon Blood Legion, they seem like merely a precisely calculated "target for elimination."
