C697 Falling Blade Cliff Battle!

The sun rose in the east, heralding a new day. As sunlight bathed the earth, a gentle snow began to fall from the sky. After a night's rest, Ator, the Trooper Lord of the Barbarian Clan, emerged from his thick and warm woolen bedding. He lit a pipe of dry tobacco and stepped out of his tent. Lately, it had become clear to anyone paying attention that the army's food supplies were dwindling