“Monsters are coming!”

“Get ready to fire!”

The terrorists were always ready to break out and run. After all, they always lived in danger of military bombardment. Their vehicles were already strapped with machine guns and other weapons. 

Boo-roo-roo-roong.

The sharp tang of diesel filled the air as the insurgents scrambled onto their jeeps and drove them to the makeshift barricades around the base. 

“Shoot them!”

Too-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo.

“Kiehhhhk.”

Bullets fell like rain on the Skeleton Soldiers. The Skeleton Soldiers were unfazed unless a lucky bullet smashed into a Skeleton Soldier’s head and destroyed them. However, that only happened to a small fraction of the tide of Skeleton Soldiers barreling towards the insurgent base. 

On the other hand, the Death Knights who were leading the charge didn’t receive any damage from bullets. 

An insurgent screamed, “Bring the rocket launchers!”

Another insurgent ran up with an RPG-7, aiming at a Death Knight’s Phantom Steed. 

Pee-shoooooong!

The rocket screamed as it shot towards a diminutive yet imposing Death Knight. The Death Knight urged his Phantom Steed faster, surging ahead of the pack.

[Sir Ramson is taking the field!]

The great warrior of the Dwarves, Ramson swung his war hammer. 

Kwahhng!

The hammer collided with the rocket, and completely defying expectations, absorbed the...