"These must be the Civilization Guardians? These two entities won't be easy to deal with. We'll need heavy weapons to have a chance at victory." Ta Gang hid behind a hillside, quietly sizing them up.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, heavy breaths sounding intermittently.
The group started brainstorming on how to deal with a three-story-high turtle.
"The most important asset of humans isn't combat ability—it's intelligence."
"Everyone, don't panic. We are downwind of them; it'll be harder for them to notice us."
"That turtle must be a treasure. Just its flesh is worth a fortune! And look at that shell! Did you see? It actually has naturally existing engravings... It's simply unbelievable! I have every reason to suspect that this shell is made of extraordinary engraving material."
"Are you saying..."
