Again, through the meadows

It's coming from Goblin and trolls. It's from here. It's from an outpost…. After that, he attacked quickly from the front From Nagas and Minotaur There are things from the Gryphon riders, and from the front, from the ice-splint shots I'm going to attack And attack from the iced chavres And shoot fast and attack Goblin trolls and He teleports and shoots quickly even when things from swamp trolls come and attack Flying in the sky, attacking And from those in front of him, from those built from outposts And from the front, we're going to attack from the Wooden Missile Drop, from the chaser shots, from the wave-la-shot It's going to be destroyed. at the end of the grass There is a constant movement. Goblin and trolls miscellaneous troops drawn from forests and swamps. "Here it is." Dried says. "It's an outpost. I put it up to keep this area out." Even before I was done with that The ground is ringing. They're standing up Minotaurs come forward pushing the stone pillars. in the sky The Gryphon riders take altitude in a circle. Forward, Side, Above It's all open. The dryer doesn't stop. The crossbow is ringing. an ice splint shot. The debris splits in the air Rip the wings of the griffon. The rider screams and falls. a subsequent speaker. It doesn't slow down. on the ground Minotaur is rushing in. Naird steps forward. Iced chavre. A blade with a wave It cuts through the trajectory of the rush. The ice bites the joints The giant kneels as it is. The finish is fast. Short cut, end. Swamp trolls pop out from the side. in mud He pushes his arm in. Dried food is immediately available a teleport. It disappeared from my sight Appears again on the outpost sheath. upon landing a series of shots. Goblin It literally falls down. Shadows strike again from the sky. Gryphon's remaining medical history. The dryer shoots upward. Chaser shot. The arrow changed its trajectory Follow the fleeing rider to the end. One shot, one more shot The sky is cleared up. on the ground Goblin Troll Mixed Unit is coming in. Naid doesn't step back. with a low sword Cut the front. Water, ice, and electricity Sweep it in one line. Inside the outpost The last resistance begins. In wooden structures and wooden structures Wooden missiles are flying in. The dryer changes its aim. Wave shot. The air layer is tearing apart The entire wooden structure shakes. a subsequent speaker. The pillar broke The beacon goes out. After a while. The outpost is It is no longer a 'base'. Collapsed woodblock, A fallen history, scattered weapons. Naid lowers his sword. "This is not a reconnaissance." "It was clear preparation for the invasion." Dried talks while organizing the crossbow. "Then I know now." "This meadow It's going to be a battlefield soon." It's windy The smell of smoke lingers. And the two of you Beyond the outpost, Look in the direction of a larger movement.