The ground shook, the desert sands shifting from the reverberating crunch of thousands of troops walking through them.
On the walls, the only sight was a huge black mist created by the bodies of too many humans to count.
Alexander stood on the battlement; beside him were over a hundred elven archers, their eyes in the distance, but their minds focused on his safety.
They should win this battle and succeed thanks to Qilana's wonderful brain and accepting nature.
She had already agreed to help build a new forest around the capital for all dark elves and the dryads to live as a vassal nation.
This might sound horrible to others, but despite the thrill of the hunt and fighting, the dark elves didn't like wars or dealing with outside pressure.
They were born to fight monsters and demons to survive such thick smog and haze.
