The sky suddenly darkened.
It was as if the sun sensed the approaching battle and got scared, hiding behind the clouds.
The atmospheric pressure suddenly dropped, so low that it was hard to breathe. This stifling feeling drove people crazy, making them desperately want to vent.
Here and now, killing was undoubtedly a good choice for venting.
Thump, thump, thump!
In the dull sound of war drums, the vanguard of the Golden Lion Legion began to approach the dwarves' beachhead. They suddenly accelerated their charge when they were about five hundred steps away.
The primal howls echoed across the land. One by one, tall and robust figures clad in heavy armour, holding swords, charged the dwarves' neat shield wall like monsters emerging from the wilderness.
Some were impaled directly by the long spears, some were bounced back by the shield wall, and others, with sheer brute force, broke through the wall.
