A heavy sword suddenly came roaring from the top of the valley, piercing firmly between the Wolfman Elder and the unfortunate Imperial Guard Warrior.
A tall Imperial Guard Warrior leapt down from the cliff, and from beneath his sealed face armor came his excited voice, "Finally, it's my turn!"
As for that unfortunate Imperial Guard Warrior, lying on the ground, devoid of any hope, he lifted his visor, letting thick white smoke billow out from within his armor.
"Cough, cough, cough, that green-skinned dwarf, truly unreliable!"
"You see," behind the towering figure of Wolfman Saha, his blood-red cloak rose high, at this moment the Dragon Descendant Wolfman supporting the heavy sword was applying terrifying pressure to the Wolfman Elder of the Silver Fang Tribe.
