arcizricenina 7

[razgul88]

Elf is the name for the fallen angel. The demon was originally an angel who was deceived by Satan to enter into rebellion against God ..........

This war has been going on for centuries, and the fallen angels in this virtual world of Archon are fighting against the various races, clans, and their minions - the evil, low-level proponents who are fighting under their flag. Demons must defeat hordes of enemy monsters that settle in their vicinity and plunder the surrounding landscape, plundering and killing to be able to wage further wars. From these campaigns they take stock of gold and raw materials that they use to flourish their cities and, last but not least, the black pearls that are the currency of payment in this world.

It's April 21, 2019. It's late afternoon. Twilight is coming down over the walls, which doesn't bode well. There is a taste of blood everywhere. Our research units have just returned from nearby territory and report, "We have discovered something that we have not yet seen your majesty in these parts. In the nearby kingdom, there is a castle ruin inhabited by a bunch of bloodthirsty creatures. roads. "

With a pounding heart that I am almost in my throat but with determination, I issue further orders: "send spies to map the situation, form troops and arm our bravest warriors. Send couriers to neighboring allied kingdoms to support us in this fierce battle "Minutes have been incredibly dragged when ........" Your Majesty, the spies have returned wearily with the latest news. Our most savage spy found that there was a large pile of black pearls in the castle that the monster ruler had kept there. "

Time to go. It is certain that our allied troops will not come to our aid. The troops of the ruler Kronos are only returning from the last fierce battle, and the rest of the rulers of our clan are no longer able to join us. We need to act quickly. There is no reason to delay the rumors of the scheming practices of the masters of the neighboring country.

At the head of the army is the most experienced, loyal and brilliant warrior of our empire of demons Aragorn. The war cries of corps: for glory, honor and victory. The elite troops set out to meet the turmoil of war, at the end of which either a victory or death awaits us. The journey is dangerous and seems lengthy. Aragorn sets the pace. His entourage keeps pace with him and follows him faithfully through the cursed forests, the steppes, through the hard-to-reach mountains to the magical forests where the bloodthirsty beasts hide. Our troops finally stood outside the gates of the unprecedented arch-ruin. Damn it, break the gates !!! The commander's last commands will sound, and everyone knows what to do. He is not standing side by side in a fierce fight for the first time. At that moment, true hell will unleash. The shooters spew their fire arrows into the enemy line on the walls, but the fire is returned to them. The creatures won't give us anything for free, but it seems that the moment of surprise is playing in our favor. The soldiers of the battering hammer broke the castle gate and are already flocking in the horsemen sling in the castle courtyard. Riding at the head is dominated by Aragorn, a hefty warrior, courageous and fearless, who had long sworn loyalty to the crown. His golden armor, with intricate patterns embedded in raw iron, is now all stained with enemy blood. His hand grips tightly with the throat that he can brandish as if he were part of his body. He knocks down enemy warriors one after another, shatters their skulls, crushes their shields. Thousands of dragons descend from the heavens, whose flames whip out, licking the defenders on the walls, claws them up and hurling them against the cool stones of the walls. It is a bloody cut, weapons clattering, the land is blood-stained and dotted with fallen monster bodies that lived only for the suffering of others, lived for killing.

After a long furious battle, the grave of silence suddenly reigned. The bodies of the fallen defenders lay everywhere, only the slight moans of those who had been between life and death. They were helped to the other side by private soldiers, who helped them end their suffering with their swords. Our healers have performed a magical ceremony to heal and bring back the handful of our wounded and fallen. The day smelled of steel and blood, smelled of expectation .......... of better times. Our porters immediately began to load the incredible wealth left by the monsters.

We embark on a journey back, harder, more confident, more free.

IN THE NAME OF THE KING

[glavoljub]

Unfortunately, the reward could not be issued.
The ruin was destroyed more than three months ago.