Before the first ten thousand golden-crispy Rank 3 Iron-Hide Roast Boars had even finished resting on the massive pine carving boards along the Outer South Wall. A second, even louder roar of churning water and stamping hooves thundered across the southern reed-plains!
SPLASH-ROOOOOOAR! RUMBLE-THUD!
Lured forward by the lingering trail of Second Prince Qian Ye’s Flood-Dragon Pheromones—and driven completely wild by the heavenly aroma. Of five miles of sizzling honey-cumin roast pork—the second wave of the beast tide surged out of the eastern river-marsh!
Charging through the shallow water of the outer southern moat came ten thousand fifteen-foot Rank 3 Mid Armored Flood-Crocodiles covered in dark green river-scales. Flanked on both dry banks by ten thousand two-ton Rank 3 Late Thunder-Horn Spirit Bulls whose brassy horns crackled with wild static electricity!
“Look at the moat!” General Tie-Shan shouted from the central watchtower. Pointing down at the churning water where the ten thousand Armored Flood-Crocodiles were snapping their jaws against the stone bridge pilings.
The ten thousand Thunder-Horn Bulls lowered their heads to ram the outer barbecue trench.
“The crocodiles are staying underwater in the moat where the ballista skewers can’t angle down, and the Thunder-Horn Bulls are charging in a tight phalanx to knock over our charcoal pits!”
