Seeing the perfectly organized army below, Carlos couldn't help but sigh:
"Even death can't wash away the habits burned into their souls."
...
At this point, Purple Vortex led six Purple Thornblade Shield Guards toward the vanguard's camp gates.
Suddenly, the black sand army's "heh heh kill" chants kept echoing, putting it on high alert immediately.
"Roar?"
We've been made!
It instinctively had its crew raise shields, bracing for a fight.
"Creak!"
The Shield Guards followed orders, forming up around Purple Vortex, hoisting their great shields in a line, ready for action.
But then...
"Roar?"
Several minutes ticked by, the enemy war cries continued, but there was still no sign of enemy troops.
"?"
Where's the blasted enemy army?
Purple Vortex was getting antsy.
"Roar!"
Screw it, it directly led the Shield Guards charging toward the noise...
Before long, it spotted a sprawling field of military tents with a tall wooden wall running around the edge.
