Royal Capital.
In this dark and cold region.
The sound of battle cries pierced the darkness.
"Inferior races, they are just our food!" shouted a Blood Race Knight.
The skeletal warhorse kicked down the human warrior before it.
The Blood Race Knight's long spear fiercely stabbed downward, piercing through the human warrior's skull.
Drawing out the long spear, it swept aside, carrying some red and white matter with it.
Several other United Army soldiers trying to attack from the side were directly knocked down by the powerful force.
"Pathetic race! Only fit to be food!"
"Whoosh!"
Just as he finished speaking, a feathered arrow directly pierced his skull.
No one noticed the attack coming; it seemed as if the arrow suddenly appeared in his head.
The knight fell limply off the warhorse, crashing to the ground.
On a nearby rooftop.
An Elf clad in green enchanted leather armor snorted disdainfully.
"Disgusting creatures, frogs in a well."
