"The crusadors are joining her to?" The half vampire asked, an overseer sent to assist the Lord of Hexter. "Do you think this wise my liege?" Standing to his right was the monstrous knight called Regnier, his master. "Without their help, we will not stand a chance." He said, his voice dark and powerful. "Leinhart, do I have your absolute allegiance?" Leinhart turned to him and said "Ofcourse my lord, I will die for you."

In the deep valley ahead of them, the army of the Dark Legion marched. One hundred and ninety thousand strong, they were among the most powerful armies in the south. The bulk of their forces were made up of pig orcs, strong, loyal and rugged yet, not to intelligent. Joining them were dark elven knights, fast and precise, nearly all of them were women, all of them deadly.

Hulking ogres fought with them, their strength and fighting ability a major asset to the Dark Legion. Adding to the overwhelming force were gigantic, forty foot scorpions, nearly impervious to swords and axes, they could send devastating shockwaves of vibrations through the ground, even into walls, acting as self propelled battering rams.

In the sky, flew their airpower, twenty foot flying reptiles called wyverns, they were fast and maneuverable, yet they still had enough power to be deadly to most forms of infantry. Then came their most powerful beasts, enormous swamp mammoths, as large as Oliphants, they could launch boulders from the sides of their hides, making them near perfect artillery pieces.

"This will be the last war we fight, the last time we are side by side." Regnier said. "We will probably die there, and Vellond will rule all of our lands." Leinhart shook his head and said "Then why do we go, we could cease and return. Without Ecclesia, Hironeiden would be left wide open. We could have the Hironeiden King's head." Regnier replied "Perhaps, but it will not matter if Mordor wins this war. They will keep consuming lands until they reach Hexter, we can not fight them alone. We must stop them now, and those who survive will choose who rules all of the earth."

To their right, in the distance, they could see the Ecclesian army, it was as large as theirs, yet they used conventional weapons, ballistas, catapults, battering rams, all of them made of iron and wood. Leinhart stared at them, seeing their giant golden cross being pulled on a wagon by horses, it was a sign of their belief in God. He hated them, all of them, their god did no exist, so they shouldn't either.

"Let us hope they should die before us." He said, anger in his voice. They continued their march to the Dalkian Capitol.