Wild Street

War. Agranah.

"What's the order?!"

An Agranite warrior on a horse called at Jaith who dangled his sword and chopped off the fellow's head at once. Other Agranite warriors who witnessed the shocking scene couldn't dwell on the odds for long as the leader of the 250 thousand Xerxes' quarter dressed in black overalls screamed,

"Forward!!!"

The battle took a stray turn. Aside the Danes, none of the Agranites fought for their lands anymore but their lives. Each man had no idea what he was fighting for. All he did was toss the edge of his sword in sundry directions to protect himself.

The quarter of the Xerxes' warriors were more Asian than Caucasian. Their caramel skin was toned deep and they had half-face masks, shielding the curves of their eyes.

Not only did they fight with swords, but with arrows and clubs. They had no sense of life in them as they threw themselves at whatever obstacles before them. The had broken into the camp of the Danes w

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