An era of strife sweeps Hallownest. The six great nations have established their borders, and disputes over control of land are becoming more frequent. The great warlords will not give ground under any circumstances, in a constant fight for supremac...
The trumpets sounded. The armies roared. The charge for supremacy had begun. The ground rumbled with the footsteps of hundreds of thousands, and the walls shook with the percussion of war drums.
Two colossal armies would meet in the largest battle in over twenty years, since the Golden Wars led by the Wyrm Emperor himself. Nothing similar to those mediocre skirmishes, and those pyrrhic battles of a thousand troops on each side. Nothing of that. Nearly a hundred thousand souls were at stake in this battle, and the god of war watched smiling from his throne of blood and skulls. Eager for more.
The arachnids marched steadily over the walls. Shield barriers blocked the thousands of arrows coming from the top of the walls, and the infantry impatiently awaited their moment to shine. Wait... Wait... Wait for the moment when his generals decide to act.
Meanwhile, the sky turned dark, due to the absurd number of arrows that came from both sides of the battlefield. The Mossiers had the advantage of height, and their wooden bows of a quality only obtainable on the Green Path gave them the title of one of the finest archer regiments in all of Hallownest.
However, the weavers were not far behind, and although their techniques were unique, they were no less effective. His bows were made from his own legs, and his string drawn from his own body. They lacked the power of the large bows of the Mossys, but made up for it with a much higher cadence. Capable of shooting two arrows while their opponents could only shoot one.
Hachi was to the west. The general knew that a frontal attack against the wall would be stupid, so she must have had more ideas in mind. The mosslings would surely expect them to try to climb them with their spider abilities, but they wouldn't fall into such an obvious trap. His troops resisted, as did his opponents. The time to act.
—Bring the siege engines! —
His voice was raised among his troops, and a messenger rode on a ground hunter to the rear of the formations. And in less than five minutes, the imposing wooden machines appeared on the battlefield, pulled by ropes by the powerful devotees.
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It didn't take long for the trebuchets to make themselves noticed, and the enormous stones they threw flew over the formations to the opposite side. Lacking precision, but with great destructive power. Some threw huge fragments of rock that crashed against the walls. Like the tireless fall of water that cracks the solid rock. Others threw barrels of tar, which caught fire after breaking into pieces upon impact with any surface. And while the fire would not be able to defeat the rock, it would cause terror among the enemy ranks. But...
— ¡Cúbrance! —
The voice of an officer alerted Hachi, who watched in amazement as a perfectly timed volley of arrows fell on the position of his infantry, while among the commotion, huge stones crushed the soldiers, whose shields would not be able to stop such a thing.
