Chapter 187: The Siege of Thaldrasil
The ground beneath the diplomatic sector vibrated violently.
The mutated rock-trolls had just been the opening act. The true horde finally breached the lower mountain roads.
A screeching, terrifying sea of corrupted monsters flooded into the grand plaza. The sheer volume of the shadow army threatened to swallow the Elven and Dwarven soldiers whole.
Bram Stoneheart stood at the very front of the unified army. He slammed his massive tower shield into the cracked cobblestones. Aegon Logcheville and Reina Frost stood firmly on his flanks.
"Zombified mountain beasts in the front row," Aegon yelled over the deafening noise.
Aegon pointed his blazing spear at the towering, undead creatures leading the charge. Thick plates of dense dark matter covered their rotting, gray hides. They looked like walking, undead siege engines.
"Page forty-two of the Academy bestiary," Aegon laughed recklessly.
