"Screech~!"
A dazzling five-colored beam of magic shot into the sky, bursting into brilliant light atop Gold Mountain. The Deadman Clan scouts hidden in Black Stone Gulch and the Troll Race scouts on Jinjiang Mountain saw it from nearby.
This was the signal agreed upon by the three races. Once it appeared, it meant the three elf races had launched an attack. Agunan and Brute were so startled by the news that they had no time to think, immediately leading ninety thousand troops from their respective forces toward the entrance of Gold Mountain.
By the time they arrived, the battle was still raging, but more than three thousand of the ten thousand Hasta Race warriors and ten thousand Ogre Race warriors had already died. Just as Agunan was at a loss, Brute roared, "Troll Race warriors, charge with me! Kill~!"
How could the frenzied trolls endure such a bloodthirsty scene? They all went berserk and charged into the battlefield, leaving the attacking Hasta Race and Ogre Race warriors surrounded on both sides.
Agunan did not dare hesitate either. Three years of war among the six races had left every side in an extremely tense state. The slightest lapse could put the entire battlefield at a disadvantage. He roared, "The undead army will fly over from the air. The immortal legion will attack from the ground with me."
"Roar~!"
Bin Lei and Tatar, trapped in the center of the battlefield, never imagined that what had begun as a rescue mission would turn into them being surrounded.
"Heath, where are you?"
"Tista, you lied to us! You lied to us!"
No matter how foolish Bin Lei and Tatar were, they had realized something was wrong. Yet no matter how they shouted, it was useless. The three undead races would not