As Mudalin's pre-battle mobilization ended, the dwarves, brimming with morale, roared and shouted as they peered through the gaps in their shields at the overwhelming Demon Legion approaching from the front.
The wave of red creatures surged into the gorge like blood, their blood-red battle banners sewn from human skin obscuring the dim sky, casting an apocalyptic scene across the battlefield.
The first to charge forward were undoubtedly those Chaos Warhounds, bearing sinister fangs and claws, each more than one and a half meters in length, leaping even higher than the dwarves.
They were agile and vicious by nature, and once they bit into the target's thigh, they wouldn't relent without tearing off a large, bloody chunk of flesh.
As they roared and howled, charging, a thunderous sound erupted across the battlefield.
