Roars and battle cries could be heard all over the forest. In the vast stretch of the dense forest, two armies clashed with each other. The fate of this region is now linked to the result of this battle.
To one side were countless reptilians of the Saurus tribe, native to the very area where the battle was taking place. They stood firm with sinewy muscles and primal determination. Their armor was able to take multiple blows, while their scales shimmered with an ancient, untamed power.
Opposite, a horde of creatures from the dark. Their forms, shifting and ominous, advanced with eerie silence. The very essence of night, shadows, and malevolence
Similar to the other battles, it was a standoff between defenders and invaders. It was not uncommon, but clashes such as this were rare in a region as backward as this.
A thin, frail old liar with a beard could be seen raising the big staff in his hand. The eyes of the skull on it shone red. A cold, bloody smell lingered on the battlefield that made the Lizardman go mad. They started to madly carve at their opponents without caring about their lives.
A rare sight on the battlefield, while soldiers are always fighting with their lives on the line. Everyone was scared of death, but the Lizardman soldiers with a red glint in their eyes looked fearless, as if not scared to die.
This would have decreased the opponents' morale and intimidated them in any battle, and it would have been hard to overcome it, but unfortunately, their opponents were creatures of shadows.
They had lost the fear of death the moment they passed away. This was them being reborn from their own shadows. They were not scared while fighting normal opponents, who dealt physical blows.
The limbs and heads of the Lizardman rolled their bodies, and their life as a Lizardman came to an end, but death was not the end; it was the beginning of their new life. From the shadows, they rose again, this time raising their claws and weapons against their own kin.
The relationships and bonds of life had no significance to those who had passed away. All that was left to them was the urge to kill everyone and get stronger. This unexpected twist resulted in the battle shifting in favor of the shadow creatures as time passed.
The Lizardman priest raised his staff and cast a strange debuff spell that made the Shadow Creatures weaker, but the next moment they were able to regain their strength.
A group of shadow creatures clad in dark costumes, their eyes burning with purple fire, appeared. They all held the staff as well; they cast spells together and overwhelmed the priest.
The only reason it was even a battle was due to the shrine in the town. It brought the strength of the priest to another level. The lower priests also joined him to face off against the opponent.
At the center of the battle field, two giants clashed with each other. On one side was the epitome of evolution. The creature that was mentioned in myths was the gaint reptilian creature with giant wings sprouting from its back.
It opened its mouth and released a powerful green-colored fire to turn the very existence of his opponent into ash; the others that were even within a 10-meter range of the fire found themselves getting burned.
Even some shadow creatures were not able to escape; they burned and disappeared from the world forever. This sent chills over their backs; this fire was capable of eradicating them from existence.
A giant ten-meter-long behemoth could be seen raising the sheild on his hand to defend against the might of the dragon. He was able to stop most of the damage, but the remaining fire was burning him constantly. Making him look like a giant made out of fire.
Without crying or flinching, the warrior jumped at the dragon like a true warrior and jabbed his spear at him. A purple-colored ray released from his spear damaged the wing of the dragon.
These behemoths kept clashing against each other, not caring about the other insignificant creatures, as if they were mere ants in their eyes.
While the behemoths were busy playing their own game, there was a side where the battle was even more brutal. A Giant Lizardman was at the forefront of this epic confrontation, a nine-foot collosal figure shrouded in tattered bandages and metal armor.
His mesmerizing golden eyes blazed with anger as he faced his opponent. Beside him were his allies—not one or two, but three real clones composed of wood and vines. Three vines appeared from the earth that connected to these clones, as if supplying them with nutrients.
Facing him, A eight-foot-tall gaint creature made up of ice He stood with his eyes meeting his opponent. A giant axe of unforgiving sharpness that gleamed cruelly could be seen resting on his hand. Dripping with Muddy Green Fluid Behind him were his three loya companions, who formed an unholy trio.
The battle continued as the Ice Giant charged at the opponent with its giant axe cleaving through the air. The gust of chill winds followed the axe's blade, making the attack stronger. 'CLang'
The weapons met again, and the Ice Giant was pushed back, but this time instead of mindlessly relying on his physical strength, he decided to focus on his close combat skills. He deflected the attack of the opponent using his axe and kicked its leg.
This unexpected blow resulted in the Lizardman losing his balance for a brief moment. Strike This little opening was enough for the Ice Giant to gather the full force of his body on his right hand and land a clean strike on the opponent, resulting in a big wound.
'Splurt' Brownish-green liquid splurted out as a fountain. The eyes of the Lizardman were filled with more ferocity. His fists clenched, and he heard a powerful roar. The patterns around his body lit up, and his body started radiating more strength.
The grin that had appeared on the humanoid Ice Giant's face a moment ago due to his failure to injure his opponent disappeared. The grip of the handle of the axe in his hand tightened.
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