A warm breeze brushed against him, making him feel wonderfully comfortable.
The scents of flowers and something exotic filled his nostrils.
The cries of eagles, the roars of giant beasts, the howling wind, and the neighing of warhorses reached his ears.
There was even a faint smell of blood.
Shen Feng slowly opened his eyes and froze at the sight before him.
He was standing atop a hill in the middle of a plain, clad in magnificent armor and holding a long, sharp sword as he gazed at everything before him.
Two armies were locked in battle on the wilderness ahead.
One side consisted of savage, ugly orcs and bandits, while the other was made up of knights in golden armor atop towering warhorses.
Although the forces of darkness vastly outnumbered those holy knights, their combat strength was on an entirely different level.
The knights were unstoppable, slaughtering the orcs and bandits until they threw away their armor and weapons and fled in disarray, displaying overwhelming fighting power.
Just then, a patch of black clouds drifted through the sky. They were actually swarms of bats as large as cows, opening their bloody maws to spew poisonous smoke and acid from above as they attacked the knights on the ground.
The knightly order, which had held the upper hand, immediately fell into a disadvantage. After all, they had no air superiority and could easily end up taking hits passively.
Shen Feng vaguely understood what was going on, though he was not entirely certain.
Then, a voice so seductive it seemed to seep into his bones sounded beside his ear:
"Your Majesty, please summon the holy dragons. The knightly order can't hold out much longer."
This was followed by another voice, somewhat mischievous and impish:
"That's right, Your Majesty. Please hurry and