331 Let the sacred battle beg… (1)

At dawn, the sun was rising, illuminating the golden sky. The sky was clear of any clouds, a perfect day indeed. 

However, for Iron Demon Tribe, it was the day of war! 

On the towering city wall right above the closed city gates, Elian was donned in golden armor, giving off the aura of a dignified general. On his left was Uriah in silver armor, while on his left was Tray in bronze armor. 

Everyone's expressions were solemn and grave. They all knew that on this day the battle to death will start and their entire tribe's survival solely depended on their prowess. If they lose, they'll become history and forgotten, just like many other tribes!

"Tribe Chief, to our north-east!" an elder quickly report. 

Everyone's eyes moved toward the pointed direction, and they saw a large dusk cloud rising from that direction. 

"They're coming!" Elian solemnly declared.