Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Duke Gallo’s great swordsman was unmatched in the world and did not need a toy like the crossbowman. Now, the tall tales he had boasted in front of the northerners had all blown up in his face.

In battles like this, great swordsmen simply couldn’t free up their hands, but if they charged out, they would quickly be overwhelmed by Chaos.

That Chaos leader was still beating the drum, likely summoning reinforcements.

Thereupon, Baron Gallo desperately hoped that the young man Malin Gaiate, brought by Lady Anna, would come to no harm—if he didn’t, he could bring over his four mages to find Gallo, and then the tide of battle would likely turn in his favor.

But if it was the forces of Chaos coming from that side, then Baron Gallo... would soon become a dead baron.

"Something’s coming from the far west!" Alarmed cries came from the western defenses.

Baron Gallo, standing at the peak of the hill, gazed westward. With his Wood Elf blood, he could see a force indeed approaching in the distance, carrying torches: "It’s our people!"

Chaos Folk had night vision and had no need for torches!

Then he saw something... not human, absolutely something, charging out from that group.

Baron Gallo simply watched as the thing stumbled its way closer, and when the moon once again pierced through the clouds, illuminating the area, he saw a blade as white as snow, a... an axe with legs, cutting through Chaos forces?