"Good weather today, and good sunshine." Crick looked up at the sky, reached out and covered the glare of the sun. "I thought the North would be very cold. In fact, it is just fine."
Spencer sighed and turned his eyes to the Orcs in the distance. He only saw the boundless, daunting army and the majestic atmosphere of the military. Looking back on his own side, there were quite a lot of people, but the battle formation was obviously scattered with decentralized momentum and no feeling of integration.
Just like a piece of steel and a stone, they looked almost the same size and seemed to be quite strong, but in fact, they were different. When they bumped against each other directly, nothing would happen for the first couple of times, but the broken one would be the stone after a few more collisions.
