"Hold the line! For humanity!" A centurion roared hoarsely, leaping up and striking his battle axe into a troll's eye socket. But the next second, he was grabbed by the furious troll and thrown directly onto the rock wall.
The troll's anger had yet to be vented when several arrows shot from its newly birthed blind spot, piercing into its head.
Its massive body shook violently a few times, then crashed backward, crushing several Demon Race soldiers below who couldn't evade in time.
In this narrow valley entrance, tactics had lost their meaning. Humans and the Demon Race engaged in the most primitive and bloody meat grinder battle.
Every inch of land was soaked in blood, with severed limbs and debris mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.
And the battle in the air was equally intense.
Elite Blood Race warriors and flying Half-demons constantly assaulted the human walkways on the rock walls.
