At first glance, the difference between the two armies were night and day.
One was a standardized army with the same grade of equipment and a unified formation across the board. Another was an army whose soldiers patched together whichever piece of equipment they could find.
The soldiers of Whitow army felt the threat in the bottom of their stomachs. They could feel that whatever they were facing was on a completely different level.
They shouted 'no mercy' and they were prepared for war. But now, when facing war, these soldiers hesitated.
They were right to fear. Because in the opposite of them, these soldiers had fought too many battle and some of them died many times as well.
In the land of the Wilds, nothing truly died. Especially since Telara could make a new body and shove their souls inside a Revenant whenever.
They were fearless soldiers with a godly amount of battle experiences.
The commander could feel the threat deep in his heart. But he could not turn back.
