"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
The bronze bell atop the tower rang loudly.
The bonfire on the Great Holy Fire Altar burst into flames several feet high.
The soldiers on the city wall hurriedly organized their weapons, placing bows and arrows within easy reach, and brought out the siege equipment like logs, rocks, and rams from the tower's storeroom to the walls.
Adram pushed aside two clansmen standing in front of him and quickly lay on the wall to look into the distance.
From the horizon, a cloud of dust rose, and countless flags of different colors, like the tide of the Nile River, accompanied by a steel torrent, came with an overwhelming and despairing momentum, covering the sky and the earth.
"By the Holy Fire above!"
"These heretic devils march as if they are one, I've never seen an army like this."
"Even King Saladin lost to these heretic demons, what do we have to resist the enemy's great army?"
