Dark clouds veiled the sun, dimming the sky into a gloomy murk. Blood soaked the earth, making the city walls dark red and slick. The warriors' screams rose in a clamor, almost shattering the clouds. And the rumbling cannon blasts boomed at intervals, recording the moments of cruel slaughter with fire, smoke, and lives!
Thud, thud, thud!
The war drums beat ever faster, like the summons of the Main God. The Mexica Warriors gripped their shields and waited patiently more than a dozen paces below the walls. And thousands of Alliance militia, braving the arrows and javelins from the parapets, struggled to raise tall scaling ladders, laboriously hooking them onto the walls of Tree Snake City, only to be knocked down like weeds by the defenders. Like moths hurling themselves into flame, they spent their own lives to exhaust the piled stones and lime jars within the city, all to pave the last stretch of road for the warriors' assault toward the Divine Kingdom.
"Main God bless us! Kill!"
Outside the eastern city, the royal warrior and vanguard general Moseloki wore Bronze Medium Armor and held a great bronze axe. He was the first to climb onto the wall. The instant he mounted the battlements, several militia Stone Spears stabbed at him at once, striking the armor over his chest, waist, and belly.
Clang, clang, clatter!
The crisp sounds of impact rang out powerfully, while another warrior's Copper Spear came straight at him, whistling toward his head and face.
Moseloki swayed, then immediately dipped into a slight crouch, avoiding the Copper Spear coming head-on. Then he drew a deep breath, ignored the cluster of Stone Spears stabbing at him, abruptly raised the great axe in his hand, and slashed out ferociously on a diagonal.
Rip! Pfft! Splash!
The huge bronze