Out of the depths of the earth they slowly rise into the daylight. Covered in ichor and filth, armor dented and weapons dripping with green ooze. Their hard eyes scan the horizon, and seeing more of their foe against the horizon they head that way in a slow jog. These men and women, hardened in battle over the years are the best of their kind. Slayers of olthoi, the giant bugs that would enslave all of man kind. Millions have fallen before their might; thousands fall daily to these select few. No bug too big and no hive too infested to stop them. Squeals of death issue across the landscape as a dozen more fall. Their work is never finished, and yet they will never stop until every last one is crushed to dust. Many know their name, and many more still have seen the horrifying might and relentless battle of the DragonKnights.
