"The People of Yan... The People of Yan's flying Demonic Beasts are attacking! Inform the Chieftain!"
"Didn't the King say that the grand army of Yan is deep in the snowfields? How dare these remnants venture out of the city?"
"Don't panic! Prepare the sacred weaponry!"
The cumbersome and awkward language of the Barbarian Tribes rose and fell within the makeshift encampment.
Though naturally combative, the barbarians were not unfamiliar with fear.
The moment the Demonic Beasts of Dayan took flight, chaos inevitably descended upon the skies above the barbarian camp, and the confusion peaked after the formation of the smokescreen.
Through years of warfare, they had grown accustomed to the ever-emerging military equipment of the People of Yan, yet panic still spread through the camp when an unknown and brand-new piece of military hardware appeared.
At that time,
"Do not panic, the King foresaw this, follow the King's sacred decree!"
"Is the sacred weaponry ready?!"
