Ooooh!
A desolate horn sounded across the vast wetland wilderness, and as the morning mist rose, numerous silhouettes gradually became visible.
Their armor, bright and distinct, reflected the light of the dawn, and their swords and spears stood like a forest, permeated with an air of desolation and death.
Heavy footsteps trampled the muddy marshes, accompanied occasionally by players' grumbling.
Every now and then, an unfortunate soul would fall into a mud pit—a unique environmental hazard of the marshlands.
The shadows of flying dragons swiftly swept overhead, bringing momentary comfort to the soldiers below. The savage Orc encampment was not far off, and with such proximity, battle could break out at any time. Their only protection, aside from the swords in their hands, were the Dragon Cavalry flying back and forth in the sky.