Screams. It was all they could hear. The Snow Elves thought that a mere gathering of people, peacefully banding together, would be so easy to claim. Their reckless imperialism resulted into their inevitable death. Their frozen swords clashed against the makeshift tools of the Kíralý Valerý, but they realized their terrible mistake too late..
They soon found themselves thrown to the ground, their swords kicked away by the so called savages. How a peaceful farming folk could defeat a modern army, was unknown to all. As they laid screaming & kicking on the ground, the few armored walked by as they gently penetrated the elves’ throats. Only some were spared.
Bleeding from their wounds, their long lost pride being crushed for yet another time. The Snow Elves were tied to the many standing pillars in the field. Some faced their death like men, others screamed and prayed for Tundrak to save them. But he did not come. The ones who did come however, were men in leather masks wielding large axes. One by one the desperate cries of the Snelves were silenced, and soon general of the Ivae’Fenn realized that he has lost their first, and last battle.
And so, the army died.
( Thank you for the fair battle, but we are done with the Snelves and ww2buff so we are taking this defeat as a clear sign that it is time to move on.)