A man dressed in hemp clothing was desperately running down the street, but the sound of hooves behind him was getting closer and closer.
At the end of the street, a squad of soldiers riding peculiar mounts appeared.
These mounts had lizard-like scale armor and scorpion tails, their six limbs made a "tat-tat" sound on the cobblestones, and the single horn on their forehead shimmered with a dark purple starlight in the firelight.
Clearly, two legs couldn't outrun six.
The soldiers caught up to the man, and without a word, slashed him from behind, knocking him to the ground.
"Exterminate the rebels! Leave none alive!" the leading officer shouted, the eyes under the helmet gleaming with fanaticism.
Yet what they were executing was a complete massacre.
They swung their swords, dragged out hiding civilians to kill them, and looted their wealth, cries and mad laughter mingling together, making the entire city resemble a scene from hell.
