As the vast archaeological army marched down the mountain, long, sustained horn blasts rang out from the summit.
Hearing the horns signaling permission to pass, the defenders confronting them at the checkpoint halfway up the mountain felt a sudden sense of relief.
Although they were no smaller than the other side.
If a fight really broke out, however, they would soon be wiped out.
The checkpoint had only a dozen or so rocket launchers, while almost everyone on the other side had one.
A single salvo of rockets would flatten the entire checkpoint!
Watching the spectacular sight of so many treants marching down the mountain, the defenders felt that the Vrykul might cease to exist.
Because those Vrykul had something wrong with their heads.
They were lunatics who fought to die gloriously in battle!
That was indeed the case.
The Titan Keeper Odyn thought highly of the Vrykul.
He had built the Halls of Valor in Stormheim specifically to receive the souls of Vrykul who died gloriously in battle.
After a series of enhancements and training, these Vrykul souls would become powerful valarjar warriors.
The Vrykul's innate reverence for the strong drove them to fanatically pursue death on the battlefield.
After all, they really could go to heaven after death.
And it was a heaven that could make them powerful.
When those fearless, savage Vrykul charged over, holding their wheel axes and two-handed greatswords high.
The Tauren, reputed to be the finest heavy infantry under the stars, lost their nerve.
In fact, even the Drogbar, who were stronger than the Tauren, feared encountering the warlike, frenzied Vrykul.
It was just that they were half-rock creatures, so their facial expressions were impossible to read.
The Vrykul were about the same size as the Tauren, and a size smaller than the Drogbar.