His double axe gleaming wickedly as the sunlight reflect from the sharpness of the blade.
Ota look at Yurmuk, like he was sizing him up and he chuckles. He did not have too many thoughts.
His thoughts is quite simple. He would kill Yurmuk and quickly end this battle
Now, the two armies look at these two warriors, some holding their breath and some are breathing heavily, like a respite from an orchestra of death.
The two armies separate into two regions.
One behind Ota, the other behind Yurmuk.
Once any of them fight against each other and die, the battle would continue
Martial virtues in the Steppe is even more respected and revered than in the Yan dynasty.
Yurmuk eyes narrows as he look at Ota laughing at him and he snorted.
Both of them sized each other up.
Yurmuk has always been curious about Ota.
This name is becoming even more famous in the west even more so when Khagai tribe returns from Nurshira.
