"Enemy attack!"
In the Blood Race's camp.
On the watchtower.
A few observing Blood Race soldiers noticed something amiss and saw the Night Watchers charging in with flags from afar.
"It's the Night Watchers!"
A Blood Race soldier shouted, his fear unhidden. He was a Blood Race soldier who had survived the Gray Mountain Range.
The flag of the Night Watchers was etched deeply into his mind.
The Blood Race below, hearing the alarm, began to mobilize quickly.
Just as the Blood Race on the watchtower was about to ready their bows and arrows.
"Swish!"
Arrows shot out from the Night Watchers' ranks.
The Blood Race on the watchtower were shot one by one, falling to the ground.
A Blood Race soldier held a long spear, ready to defend himself behind makeshift defenses.
"Bang!"
Several Land Birds leapt over the defenses with their strong legs.
Several Night Watcher warriors jumped off the Land Birds, landing with a trample.
