บท 160: Round Three

[Game Start]

As the window screen dissolved, Alan's senses gradually returned. His eyes opened, and he found himself standing in the midst of a dense forest, the fading light of dusk casting eerie shadows among the trees.

In the distance, beyond the foliage, a chaotic scene unfolded. Flickering fires illuminated the forest, and the air was filled with the sounds of battle – shouts, screams, and the unmistakable clash of steel. Alan swiftly took out his weapon, the gleaming blade of the [Third Reich sword] firmly gripped in his hand, and he charged toward the source of the commotion.

As he pushed deeper into the forest, he came upon a harrowing sight. Towering and menacing, battle-hardened warriors clad in dark leather armor, adorned with metal studs and rivets, and draped in animal pelts as cloaks, were ruthlessly pursuing a group of terrified villagers. With their brutal axes and swords, the warriors showed no mercy, leaving devastation in their wake.