Yanni turned to his brave bearded warriors as hope gleamed from their faces. Some even wept openly to the great victory and the new age they shall bring upon their people, people who suffered many woes. When Yanni spoke, his booming voice echoed in the underground massive halls built by dwarf hands. "It's over lads, we're all that's left, the throng is finished, there stands what remains of the chaos filth, led by their cruel lord of the end times. I've clashed with him once and I'll do it again. Should they overcome us, our ancient holds will fall, but I trust and know each one of you, I know you'd fight with the strength of a whole throng when it comes to defend the Karaz Ankor, to defend Everpeak, to defend civilization !" Yanni grabbed his axe, its runes gleaming like starlight. "Now Dawi, march, march ! For the High King ! Khazukan Kazakit
Ha!" The hundreds of Dawi axe warriors and thunderers repeated after their brave leader " Khazukan Kazakit Ha ! "
A New Age: The Karaz Ankor
Por MoncefSlimani
A paragraph inspired by a campaign battle my cousin had in the game Total War Warhammer, after defeating Arch... Más