The flood swept the reptiles directly into the retreating Romans’ path. Not an army. A panic of scaled tails, snapping jaws, and men throwing down their shields to climb trees.
Erik, a Gaul chieftain of a crumbling village called Dustfall, learned this the hard way. travian animals
By evening, the great Roman legion was gone—scattered, drowned, or eaten. Dustfall hadn’t lost a single soldier. The flood swept the reptiles directly into the
“We don’t fight them with men,” Erik told his council. “We fight them with animals .” the great Roman legion was gone—scattered