The frozen wasteland became a death trap, and the knights in red armor knew it. The wind howled like a monster, carrying with it the sounds of heavy footsteps the relentless pursuit of White Ice Men and Ice Orcs.
The knights ran, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their legs sluggish from exhaustion. The ground beneath them cracked, brittle from the cold, but there was nowhere to go.
"Shit! We're surrounded!" one knight yelled, looking back in terror.
The Ice Men, humanoid figures carved from jagged ice, moved with inhuman speed, their glowing blue eyes devoid of life.
Beside them, massive Ice Orcs, their fur matted with frost, snarled as they swung their crude bone clubs. Their teeth clattered, razor-sharp and waiting to sink into warm flesh.
"Damn!Why the fuck are we so unlucky ? That bastard of a lord set us up to die!" another knight spat, barely dodging a swinging ice-covered club.
Then, without warning—
