Now we just wait for it to start.
Two war pigs can’t wait any longer.
10 minutes before the start – final preparations.
Everyone on horseback, waiting.
The Rift is on. A crowd of players under the colossi, and the paving strewn with dead armoured wolves and skulls.
The fight begins. Armoured wolves press in from all sides.
Tentacles sprout from the ground, and the battlefield is full of corpses.
Another wave from the Rift.
And finally him – a huge ogre.
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