The underground world is currently witnessing an unprecedented war.
A large number of undead creatures have thoroughly surrounded several cities, but among the undead, there exists a group of dark elves. The cities ahead are all made of special wood.
However, the adversaries aren't elves but rather a group of lizardmen with green skin and scales on their bodies.
"It's you ugly black-skinned freaks again, and you've brought these disgusting things with you. You'll turn into one of them yourselves, won't you?" said a tall lizardman with a face full of disgust.
"You repulsive creatures, hurry up and die."
The dark elf, labeled as a freak, wore a look of fury and swung a sword at the opponent. A black blade imbued with a red glow flashed swiftly, and the lizardman showed no reluctance to retaliate.
With a swing and a block from a peculiar axe in his hand, a terrifying surge exploded forth.
