At the moment Rolandar's voice fell, a mournful and deep piano sound echoed across the battlefield.
The music seemed to have a life of its own, like an invisible serpent slithering into the depths of every warrior's heart, bypassing the rousing war drums and uproar of battle cries, tearing at their spirit.
The charging momentum of Campbell's citizen cavalry, who held the upper hand, suddenly halted, and the joy of victory on their faces was replaced by sudden fear, as if they had charged from a vast plain into a pitch-black fog...
Countless souls wailed beside their ears, like fierce ghosts claiming lives, trying to drag them into an abyssal purgatory!
The impact wasn't felt just by the humans, but also by the dwarf warriors.
Those battle-hardened oath warriors were painfully pounding their helmets with their fists, trying to awaken themselves from the curse of the Chaos Evil Spirit.
