"What a laughable counterattack..."
"Is this all the so-called High Mountain Kingdom can muster? Looks like I'll be back in time for the Coronation Festival."
"Hahaha, this attack is weaker than the spit from my grandmother!"
"Charge! Kill them all!"
The Imperial tank drivers sneered mercilessly, unwilling to even expend energy to activate their shields, recklessly charging forward under a hail of arrows with utter disregard.
Arrows crafted to slay flesh and blood—how could they pierce through their monstrous war machines?
"Boom——"
The tracks of the steam tanks churned at full speed, carving deep scars into the plains, relentlessly advancing toward Aivendel.
"Damn it, these iron lumps are as tough as obsidian!"
The Dwarven commander snarled in frustration, yet refused to falter, shouting quickly to rally the other city defense warriors.
